Chapter 126: The Goddess of Beauty Tamed by [True Riding]!
After regaining his clarity, Ethan looked at Freya again, feeling somewhat confused.
Why was she trying to charm him again?
She already knew he could resist a goddess's charm, didn't she?
So why was she doing it now?
At that moment, a faint blush began to appear on Freya's fair, jade-like skin.
"Am I beautiful?"
"Beautiful."
There was no need for charm, and no need to hesitate.
The Goddess of Beauty, Freya, was definitely the most perfect woman in this world.
Every inch of her body, every tiny detail, was exactly what men dreamed of.
Looking at Freya in this state, Ethan felt even more confused.
What exactly was she trying to do?
"Come here."
Seeing his confusion, Freya curled her finger at him.
Although Ethan had a stomach full of questions, he still moved closer.
In the past, Freya had often shown him this seductive side of hers, making him suffer terribly.
She always looked as if she was about to throw herself into his arms, but in the end, she was only lighting a fire under him.
And after setting that fire, she never took responsibility for putting it out.
Fortunately, Ethan's willpower was fairly strong.
Otherwise, he might have already run off to the Entertainment District.
"Tell me, if I'm this beautiful, why do you still have thoughts about other women and other goddesses?"
That question, which sounded almost like an interrogation, made Ethan somewhat unsure how to answer.
"Because no matter how 'perfect' something is, if I can't have it, what does it have to do with me?"
"If you can't have it, hm? You really don't hide what you're thinking at all."
"Does the goddess dislike that?"
"No. I like it very much."
Freya was quite satisfied with Ethan's answer.
No matter who it was, even a goddess had that damn desire to win.
Especially for someone like Freya, who was used to "winning," she wanted to win against everyone and every god, especially other goddesses.
"Haven't you always wanted me? Now you have a chance. What will you do?"
"Uh, Goddess, you mean…"
Although they were very close, and the atmosphere between them was extremely ambiguous, this kind of distance had happened many times before.
But touching the goddess had always ended with Ethan returning disappointed again and again.
So what was going on now?
Was she really letting him in?
Chu—
Their lips met.
One of them had long held desire in his heart, while the other had deliberately delivered herself to his door.
This time, the spark truly struck dry tinder.
The ambiguous atmosphere between them was like a warehouse full of gunpowder, and with that tiny spark, everything instantly ignited.
The taste of Freya.
The taste of the Goddess of Beauty.
Ethan had finally experienced it.
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Their lips met in a sudden, hungry clash.
Freya's mouth claimed Ethan's with queenly force, her tongue pushing past his lips to taste him deep.
For nearly a full minute the goddess's body pressed close, her elegant curves molding against his lean frame as desire flared hot between them.
Ethan's cock swelled instantly, hardening against her thigh.
After another thirty seconds of deep kissing, Freya smiled into it, one graceful hand sliding down to grip the thick length through his clothes.
She squeezed, feeling it throb.
"Ethan," she whispered against his mouth after pulling back just enough to speak, voice smooth and teasing, "I'm going to be the first goddess to claim every inch of you tonight."
Her fingers worked his shaft free after another brief pause, wrapping around the heavy cock.
She stroked him in slow, firm pulls for a full minute, thumb circling the swollen head each time her hand reached the top.
Slick sounds filled the room as precum leaked over her fingers.
"Freya-sama…" Ethan groaned after twenty more seconds, hips twitching into her fist.
The goddess's touch was overwhelming, and resisting it proved nearly impossible.
She pumped faster for the next two minutes, grip tight and knowing, then stopped just as his balls tightened.
Her hand stilled, leaving him throbbing and desperate.
"Beg for it, Ethan," she murmured, lips brushing his ear.
"Tell your goddess exactly how you want to be taken."
"Fuck…"
Frustration snapped through Ethan after only ten seconds of that torment.
He shoved her back onto the bed, the sudden movement knocking the breath from her in a soft gasp.
"W-wait…"
Before she could speak again he climbed over her, gripping his cock and forcing the blunt head between her lips.
Freya's eyes widened and then gleamed with interest rather than anger.
Squelch!
She opened wider after a moment's pause, letting the thick shaft slide over her tongue.
Ethan thrust forward, driving deep until her throat fluttered around him.
Smack! Smack!
The wet sounds came with every push for the next minute.
Gluck! Gluck!
Freya sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, saliva spilling down her chin.
After thirty more seconds, She pulled back just enough to free his cock, then pressed her full breasts around the slick length.
"Ethan, you should be proud that I'm doing this for you."
After saying this, Freya's soft, warm flesh enveloped him completely.
"Your breast feels amazing." Ethan nearly lost control as he felt her softness, but through sheer willpower he managed to restrain himself.
He refused to give in — after all, he didn't want his goddess to think of him as weak or underestimate his resolve.
The silver-haired goddess gave him a provocative smirk and rocked her chest up and down for nearly two minutes, massaging the shaft between her tits while her tongue flicked the tip on each upward stroke.
"Fuck… Freya-sama…" After a long struggle, Ethan finally lost control, his body betraying the restraint he had fought so hard to maintain.
"I-I'm coming…"
His cock pulsed hard between her breasts and he came with a grunt, thick ropes of cum shooting straight into her open mouth.
Freya swallowed each spurt, throat working visibly, not a drop escaping.
"Hmmm, I think I like your taste, Ethan…" The silver-haired goddess traced her finger to her lips, savoring his essence with an expression that was as captivating as it was mysterious.
Ethan felt a surge of desire rekindled within him at the sight, his resolve slipping away.
Without hesitation, the two gave in to their fervor, tearing at each other's clothing until nothing remained, their movements frantic and unstoppable.
"Ethan… be mine."
Freya lay back, legs spread, her flawless pussy glistening.
"Freya-sama, you're the one who will belong to me."
Ethan climbed between them and drove his cock into her in one rough thrust.
Schlip!
It was incredibly tight and dripping wet.
The moment he pushed past the opening, Freya's inner walls coiled desperately around his thick length, clamping down with a fierce, possessive suction.
Schlip!
The slick sound of his entry echoed in the quiet room.
"Fuck…it's so tight and amazing…"
He groaned, the amazing sensation nearly stealing his breath as her heat swallowed him whole.
Pop!
A thin line of blood welled around his shaft.
The sight sent a fresh surge of lust through him.
"Freya-sama… you really were a virgin," Ethan rasped after a few seconds of stunned stillness, pulling back and slamming in harder.
Smack!
"Does it bother you?" Freya asked while moaning, voice breathless but still elegant.
Smack! Slick!
"No. I'm thrilled to take the virginity of the famous Goddess of Beauty."
He fucked her with quick, heavy strokes for the next ten minutes, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing.
Her tight walls gripped him, slick and hot.
Blood mixed with her juices, easing the way as he pounded deeper.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Freya-sama, you feel too good. I can't stop now... I'm going to fuck you until you're screaming my name."
Ethan's hips snapped faster, abandoning all restraint.
Plack. Plack. Plack.
The loud, heavy slap of skin against skin filled the room, accompanied by the frantic, messy squelch of their slick friction.
Freya's elegant control finally shattered.
Her high-class composure slipped away entirely, replaced by a succession of raw, breathless moans as she clung to his shoulders.
"Ethan. Cum for me. Fill your goddess completely."
"F-freya-sama. I'm cumming. I'm going to paint your womb with my seed."
The sheer possessiveness of his own words drove him over the brink.
Ethan accelerated, his hips hammering against her in a frantic, blurred rhythm.
The room was filled with the chaotic, wet symphony of their bodies—the sharp plack of skin colliding, the frothing squelch of her extreme wetness, and Freya's undone, high-pitched whimpers.
Smack! Plack! Plack!
Ten minutes of relentless thrusting brought them both to the edge.
He reared back, targeting her deepest point, ready to overflow.
Ethan buried himself to the hilt as his cock erupted, flooding her pussy with hot cum.
Freya's walls clenched around him, her own orgasm rippling through her divine body.
They collapsed together on the bed, panting, bodies still joined.
Ethan's arms wrapped around her, holding the goddess close while their hearts raced.
He kissed the damp skin of her shoulder, his voice still a low, breathless rumble. "Did I... fill you enough, Freya-sama?"
Freya let out a soft, exhausted sigh, her fingers tangling loosely in his hair as she pressed her face into his chest.
The regal goddess was nowhere to be seen, replaced entirely by a satisfied woman.
"You did," she murmured, a faint, breathless smile tugging at her lips.
"Don't move yet, Ethan. Stay right there inside me."
That night, Ethan's [True Riding] Skill proved just how powerful it was.
[True Riding: The ability to freely handle almost any "mount," to an all-purpose degree. Whether human, elf, beastman, fairy, or even divine spirit, all can be freely mastered.]
Even a goddess as powerful as Freya was ultimately tamed and conquered by Ethan.
After experiencing the taste of a goddess, Ethan had to admit that compared to Freya, Haruhime felt much lighter.
The gap between the two was simply far too large.
Freya was like a hundred-year-old fine wine.
Just one taste was enough to make both body and mind feel deeply pleased.
Haruhime, by comparison, was more like a bottle of clear sake.
She had her own unique flavor, but once compared directly, the difference became quite obvious.
It was around three in the morning.
Ethan looked at Freya, who was already sleeping soundly beside him, and still felt a little dazed.
He had originally thought that what awaited him tonight would be a violent storm.
Unexpectedly, things had developed like this instead.
It seemed Hestia throwing herself into his arms had given Freya a sense of urgency.
Before any other goddess could make a move, she wanted to claim Ethan first and prevent any accidents.
As for Haruhime, that development had been outside Freya's expectations.
She had not expected Haruhime to give herself away so quickly, allowing the 'vixen' to get ahead of her.
Originally, in Freya's plan, Ethan would slowly climb the stairway of a "hero."
In the end, under the gaze of the gods and the entire world, he would become a hero of the new generation.
When that time came, she would grant him her greatest blessing: her love.
Of course, that was the original plan.
However, things had developed a little beyond her control.
Ethan had always been the type to draw attention, effortlessly provoking the interest of other girls wherever he went.
If she looked away from him for even a moment, who knew how many women he might become involved with?
Haruhime was a lesson learned.
In just a few short days, she had been eaten clean.
Looking once more at Freya's flawless face, Ethan was truly excited.
This Goddess of Beauty had finally fallen into his hands.
This experience had absolutely been the most perfect one so far.
She was practically a goddess who existed for men.
If he did not have the [True Riding] Skill, he might not have been able to handle her at all.
In fact, he might have been the one devoured until nothing was left.
"Good night, my goddess."
After leaving a kiss on Freya's forehead, Ethan also closed his eyes and rested.
In her sleep, Freya revealed a faint smile.
The next day, the man and woman in the room only slowly woke up after the sun was already high in the sky.
"Mm…"
Freya woke lazily.
Feeling her slightly "tired" body, she could not help glancing at the man who was still asleep.
This guy really was no ordinary person.
He had even satisfied her "desire," which surprised her.
Although most gods did not reject having relationships with children of the lower world, since their views on such matters were different to begin with, this was still unexpected.
For a mortal of the lower world to satisfy the desire of a goddess was truly shocking.
Freya felt the same.
At the same time, she regretted having missed out for so long.
If she had made her move earlier, wouldn't she have been able to enjoy this sooner?
And his first time wouldn't have been with Haruhime.
With some "effort," she got up and changed her clothes.
Freya glanced at Ethan, then rose and left.
Creak—
As she opened the door, Ottar was still standing guard outside her bedroom, protecting his goddess's safety.
Only this time, Ottar was standing in the wrong place.
"Freya-sama!?"
Seeing Freya come out of Ethan's room early in the morning, Ottar froze on the spot.
What did this mean?
Had that guy Ethan truly obtained the goddess's favor?
One had to know that this was the reward every single member of the Freya Familia dreamed of receiving.
And now, it had been taken by a newcomer who had only joined the Familia a little over two months ago?
Even Ottar, who usually neither fought nor competed for anything, felt a trace of jealousy at this moment.
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