When Adam awoke, his mouth was full of the taste of dust. His chest felt as though a searing iron rod had pierced through it. The last memory flashed through his mind that his servant had cremated his body at the place where he had been abandoned at birth before the bear cave on Mount Ida.
This was his dying wish. After Oenone refused to treat him, he chose to return to the origin of his life. Oenone, the lover he had abandoned, refused him, yet she had also given him life. This was not a joint suicide but a sacrifice.
Oenone saw that Paris would be reborn in the flames, and the price was that she would become the flame of life itself.
Transmigrated as Paris, the most beautiful man in Greek mythology, but only after he had died from an arrow wound? How was he supposed to play this? Save the city of Troy?
Paris gazed down the mountain. Troy was already engulfed in a sea of fire. Even the temple spires in the city center were collapsing, and black smoke coiled like giant serpents around Apollo's golden temple. The Greeks had already taken Troy using the Trojan Horse.
He had not escaped the curse of fate after all, he had destroyed his own city.
"I was sent here to witness the final chapter of the Homeric epics?" Adam felt no particular attachment to Troy. Naturally, he had no thought of revenge.
As for Helen, the woman who had planned to flee during his duel with Menelaus, the woman who couldn't wait to marry his brother just three days after his death, she was hardly a treasure worth protecting.
Mount Ida was his true home and origin. He was prophesied to be the torch that would set Troy ablaze. Yet he had been nothing more than a pawn in the gods' struggle for human worship.
It was Zeus who had dragged him, a mountain shepherd, into the battlefield of the gods, giving him the role of judge...
Adam spent seven days sorting through all of Paris's memories, accepting the fact that he had become Paris. He would be a Western beauty with Eastern wisdom. He returned to his former home on Mount Ida, the home he had shared with Oenone. The walls were covered with Oenone's longing and resentment.
Since history had already forgotten him, he might as well hide away in that bear cave on Mount Ida until he was invincible, then venture out.
But he had thought too much. His rebirth was also a divine prophecy. Oenone had given him her life and all her medical knowledge, but she had not given him the ability to foresee the future.
The wind suddenly stopped. All of Mount Ida fell silent, as if holding its breath.
Aphrodite arrived on a carpet of roses. She was still beautiful, alluring, immaculate, and maddeningly captivating, but Paris saw at a glance that she was injured—gravely injured—struck by the hammer of Hephaestus, the god of fire, her husband.
She had come seeking Oenone's healing. Aphrodite clearly had not expected Paris to still be alive. What surprised her even more was that Paris was completely naked, his perfect physique and handsome face making her salivate.
"Darling, your Helen has already been taken back to Sparta. Shall I trick her into coming back for you again?" Aphrodite's voice was soft as honey, yet carried an irresistible temptation. The goddess in whom beauty and desire coexisted held allure over all things in the world.
Paris said, "I no longer hold any hope for your after-sales service. Troy is destroyed, your grand objective is achieved, what business do you have with a dead man like me?"
"Oenone saved you. Where is she?" Aphrodite did not bother to hide her purpose.
"Did mighty Zeus not send down a prophecy? She is dead."
Aphrodite walked toward Paris. Wherever she passed, flowers bloomed in abundance, vivid and red. Paris's body felt as though it had been enchanted, involuntarily revealing a primal reaction.
"She cannot be dead. Her divine essence still exists within Mount Olympus." Aphrodite reached out to touch his chest.
Amid the fragrance of a hundred flowers, Paris jolted awake and retreated several steps. "Believe what you will."
Astonishment appeared in Aphrodite's beautiful eyes. She had just used her divine power, no mortal should have been able to break free. After the shock came delight.
She had coveted Paris's body for ten years. From the moment Paris had given her the golden apple, she had wanted to have a passionate encounter with him. However, Paris was a mortal and had no capacity to act in her presence. But the resurrected him seemed different.
"Darling, do I scare you that much?" She released her divine power again, using her golden girdle to bind Paris and drag him before her.
Before Paris could react, the goddess had already pressed her lips to his.
"Are you trying to kill me?!" Paris instinctively tried to push her away but was locked in place by divine power.
Aphrodite ignored her injuries and pushed Paris deep into the rose-strewn cave.
His heart pounding inexplicably. The private room was dimly lit, and the air was filled with a faint scent of roses and milk.
Aphrodite's neckline loosely open, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white breasts and a deep cleavage. Her tall figure looked particularly alluring under the dim light; her full breasts trembled slightly with her breath, her waist was so slender it seemed one could encircle it with one hand, and her pert buttocks outlined a perfect S-curve beneath the bathrobe.
Her movements were skillful yet gentle as she helped him remove his clothes one by one. When Paris was left with only his underwear, Aphrodite's gaze intentionally or unintentionally swept over his lower body, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes.
"Come on, let's go into the bathroom..." she murmured softly, her bathrobe strap slipping down to reveal her entire snow-white shoulder and most of her breasts.
The bathroom was already filled with warm, foamy water, the white bubbles piled up like soft marshmallows, and a sweet fragrance filled the air. Aphrodite first had Paris sit on a low stool by the bathtub, then she knelt in front of him, cupped a generous ball of foam in her hands, and slowly applied it to his chest.
"Hmm... make sure to wash this area thoroughly~" Her palms were soft and warm, and as the foam slid between her fingers, she would occasionally deliberately let her fingertips brush against his nipples. Paris gasped, and his lower body instantly became completely erect.
Aphrodite seemed oblivious and continued downwards. She smeared foam all over the inside of his thighs, even deliberately pressing her full breasts against his legs through the thin bathrobe. The heavy flesh of her breasts, through the damp fabric, conveyed an amazing elasticity and heat, and the nipples were faintly visible as two raised points.
"Darling, it's already so hard here." She finally looked down at his bulging underwear, her voice sweet as honey, "Would you like your sister to help you relax with your breasts first?"
Before he could answer, Aphrodite had already taken off her bathrobe.
For a moment, Paris's breath almost stopped. His heart pounded inexplicably. Not long ago, he had been an ordinary university student, yet now he had somehow become the lover of Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty!
Completely naked, Aphrodite knelt before him. Her E-cup breasts shone brightly under the light, and her pink areolas and slightly erect nipples trembled gently with her movements. Below her slender waist were her flat stomach and long, snow-white thighs. Her private parts were barely covered by a thin layer of foam, yet they revealed an alluring pink hue.
She cupped her heavy breasts and covered Paris's fully erect penis with them. The softness and smoothness between her breasts almost made him surrender on the spot.
"Sizzle... sizzle..." The foam made a sticky, watery sound as it rubbed against her skin. Aphrodite lowered her head, her tongue gently licking the tip of the glans, while simultaneously moving her breasts up and down. Her movements were professional and extremely seductive; each squeeze caused her breasts to sink deeply into the penis, and her nipples grew harder with each friction.
"Ah... Aphrodite... So comfortable..." Paris couldn't help but groan, his fingers running through her wet, black hair.
Aphrodite raised her watery, foxy eyes, a seductive smile playing on her lips: "Do you like this? Then... let's get into the bathtub and have a nice bubble bath~"
She pulled Paris into the bubbly bathtub. Warm water and abundant bubbles instantly enveloped them. Aphrodite straddled his lap, her full breasts pressed against his chest, nipples rubbing together.
Paris could no longer restrain himself. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pressed her against the edge of the bathtub!
Aphrodite let out a soft moan as her legs wrapped around his waist. She then guided him to her entrance, then slowly lowered herself, taking him inch by inch.
Aphrodite's vaginal muscles, as if professionally trained, enveloped and sucked her tightly, yet without excessive, uncontrolled trembling. She wrapped her arms around his neck and began rhythmically moving up and down, her breasts bouncing violently with each movement, her curves undulating.
"Mmm... Darling, it's so hard..." Her moans were sickeningly sweet.
Paris's long-suppressed desire erupted completely. He gripped her slender waist tightly with both hands and thrust upwards in rhythm with her. Each impact reached her cervix, producing a "splash! splash! splash!" sound of water and flesh colliding. The bubbles in the bathtub were splashed violently and scattered everywhere.
Aphrodite's hips swayed with exquisite skill, her vaginal muscles contracting perfectly, yet maintaining a professional, yielding quality. She pressed her face against his neck, her long, damp hair clinging to her skin, her voice still soft and alluring yet retaining a certain distance:
" Why are you so energetic today? My lower body... it feels so good... deeper... yes, just like that..."
Paris flipped her over like a beast, making her kneel on the edge of the bathtub, her snow-white, round buttocks sticking up, and fiercely penetrated her from behind. The doggy-style position allowed him to penetrate even deeper, each thrust making her buttocks ripple and roll, her breasts swaying back and forth below.
"Ah... Darling... from behind... so intense... you're going to break me~" Aphrodite's moans grew louder and louder, but her body still instinctively cooperated, her vaginal muscles sucking hard on the intruder. Her first orgasm came quickly and fiercely, her whole body spasming slightly, her honey hole gripping the penis tightly, spurting out a stream of hot vaginal fluid.
Aphrodite's whole body convulsed. The two embraced tightly, breathing heavily in the bubbly bathtub.