Chapter 476 – The Name in the Crowd
The judges—meaning everyone with a plate in their hands—were no longer paying attention to the rest of the food. The golden plates were being carried off faster than any of the other colors. Every bite of Alex's dish seemed to invite another drink, and every swallow of beer made them want another bite. The rhythm of it was addictive. Soon, even people who had already tasted other dishes came back with a fresh mug just to pair it with his food.
"This is dangerous," a dwarf muttered, wiping foam from his beard. "If I eat like this all night, I won't stop until I fall over!"
"It goes down too smooth," said an elf, reluctantly reaching for her second helping. "I don't even like mortal food, but this… it changes the beer itself."
Thor, on his fourth mug now, roared from the center of the square. "This is how food and drink are meant to be! A mortal feast!" He lifted his mug so high it nearly hit the lantern ropes.
Dionysus, however, wasn't looking at his drink anymore. He had been studying the quiet, hooded figure at the edge of the competition stage for a while, watching how he stood with that same unshakable calm. The crowd's cheers rolled around him like a tide that couldn't reach him.
And then, with a faint smile, Dionysus stepped forward.
"Alex," he said, his voice smooth but loud enough to be heard.
The sound of that name, spoken by a god, cut through the entire square. Conversations stopped.
Hanabi's grin froze for a moment, and Airi's brows lifted ever so slightly. Iris tilted her head, listening.
Thor blinked. "Alex?"
Murmurs started rising from the crowd.
"…Alex?"
"…Wait, who?"
"…That hooded guy?"
The hooded man turned his head slightly. The faint light of a nearby lantern caught on the edge of his jaw, the shadow still hiding most of his face, but it was enough for the people to see that there was something oddly familiar about him.
"He looks… I swear I've seen him before," someone whispered.
"Doesn't he look like that guy in the stories?"
"I can't place it… but I've seen that face somewhere."
Dionysus closed the gap between them, unconcerned by the whispering crowd. "I thought it was you. That composure, that precision—no one else could make food like that." He smiled faintly. "Even here, you hide under a hood."
Alex didn't answer.
Hanabi, catching the eyes turning toward them, muttered under her breath, "Oh no. This is going to get noisy."
The announcer, still holding his scoring sheets, glanced between the two and suddenly realized he was standing between a god and the man everyone was suddenly whispering about.
The crowd leaned forward as if trying to see more of the face under the hood.
Could it really be that Alex?
The moment Dionysus called his name, Alex's eyes lowered slightly, not out of irritation, but as if something old had stirred in his memory. And then, for a brief moment, the festival faded around him.
He remembered another time, another table, in a place far from this golden square.
Olympus, bathed in late afternoon light. The marble corridors of Aphrodite's palace were scented with roses, but on that day another smell took over—the faint, savory warmth of a pan on a flame.
In a quiet open-air courtyard, Alex stood at a polished stone counter, a cloak thrown over a chair behind him. It was one of the rare days where Olympus felt… ordinary. Aphrodite sat on a low cushioned seat, barefoot, her long hair cascading over her shoulder as she leaned on one arm and watched him cook like a curious cat.
"You really like to do this yourself," she said, chin propped in her hand. "You could just summon anything with a thought, and yet you stand there chopping vegetables as if the world has all the time in it."
Alex glanced back at her calmly. "Summoned food doesn't taste the same. You can't cheat the process."
Her lips curved with a small, quiet smile. "I like it. It's… human. It makes me feel like we're living a normal life, not like gods waiting to be adored."
The scent rose stronger as he finished plating the dish—a simple pan-seared fish, bright with citrus and honey, accompanied by roasted vegetables. The warmth of it spread through the courtyard, soft and calm.
Before she could stand, a voice echoed from the hall.
"…What is that smell?"
Both of them turned as Dionysus appeared at the archway, hair a little messy, eyes half-lidded as if he had just woken from a long sleep. He stopped short when he saw them at the table.
"That," he said, pointing toward the pan, "is not ambrosia. That is mortal cooking. And it smells like nothing I have ever tasted here."
Aphrodite tilted her head with a laugh. "Curious as ever. Do you want to join us?"
Dionysus looked at her, then at Alex, then nodded without hesitation. "If he made that, yes. I'll sit."
Alex said nothing but set out another plate.
They sat together under the soft Olympus sky. Dionysus took the first bite slowly, and then his half-lidded eyes opened a little wider.
"…This," he murmured, "is perfect. Not divine, not conjured, not proud. It just tastes… right."
Aphrodite smiled across the table. "I told you. He cooks like no one else."
The three of them ate in companionable silence, a strange and ordinary moment that didn't feel like it belonged on Olympus.
And when Dionysus put down his fork, he had said one thing quietly.
"I'll remember this flavor. Anywhere, anytime. If I taste it again, I'll know."
The sound of the festival came back, rushing in like a tide as the memory faded. Dionysus was standing in front of him again, smiling faintly, his gaze sharp and sure.
"I told you I'd know," Dionysus said softly. "No one else cooks like that, Alex."
The crowd around them murmured louder, curious and restless.
The memory of that quiet courtyard faded, and the golden lanterns of the festival returned. Dionysus was still standing in front of him, a faint knowing smile on his lips.
Around them, whispers grew louder, swelling like ripples in a pond.
"…Did he just say Alex?"
"Alex? You mean… the Alex?"
"Look at his jaw. The hair. Doesn't he look like—?"
People began shifting closer, trying to peer beneath the hood.
One young man near the front, bold enough to lean forward, caught a clearer glimpse as the hood shifted with the evening breeze. For a moment, the crowd saw the line of his cheek, the curve of his mouth, and the shadowed black of his hair.
"That face—!" someone gasped. "It's him! It is him!"
Another voice, louder, added, "The one who fought gods! The one everyone's talking about online! The guy whose hair they say grants power if you touch it!"
The murmur spread like wildfire.
"That Alex?!"
"The hair trending on every news channel?"
"No way… he's here, in a hoodie, cooking at a beer festival?"
The people at the front began to press closer, drawn by the mix of curiosity and disbelief. They weren't sure if they wanted to ask for a signature, a lock of hair, or just to see his face clearly.
Hanabi groaned, her palm pressing to her forehead. "Oh no. Here we go. This is why we can't take you anywhere."
Airi stepped in front of him, calm but sharp, raising a hand as if to say, stop. "Enough. Back away."
Iris followed, standing beside Airi, her presence quiet but firm. "Do not push further."
But the damage was done. Now, every table in the square had turned toward the hooded figure, whispers crackling like sparks:
Is it really him?
The man who humiliated a god with one punch?
The one everyone calls the black-haired demon and the miracle chef?
And in the middle of that, Dionysus stood there smiling, almost amused at the storm he had just started with a single word.
The whispers reached a fever pitch, curious hands beginning to edge closer. The square that moments ago had been filled with cheerful music and the smell of beer now felt like a storm, eyes from every corner pulling toward one hooded man.
Hanabi exhaled through her teeth. "Alex—"
Before she could finish, the air shifted. It was as if the sound of the crowd bent for an instant, all at once, and the light of the lanterns stretched unnaturally.
In the blink of an eye, the table where they had been sitting was empty.
No flash, no sound, just silence. Alex, Hanabi, Airi, and Iris were gone, as if they had never been there at all.
The only thing left was a faint trace of warmth where they had stood.
For a few seconds, no one spoke.
Then the square erupted.
"W-what?!"
"They just vanished! Teleported?"
"Did you see that?!"
Even Thor blinked and rubbed at his eyes, and Dionysus chuckled softly to himself, shaking his head as if to say, of course.
In the middle of the excitement, someone at one of the long tables, still holding a golden plate, said loudly, "Forget the teleporting! That food! That was the best thing I've ever eaten!"
Heads turned, and suddenly the square wasn't talking about gods or hoods anymore.
"It really was," another agreed, taking another sip of beer with a blissful sigh. "I never thought something so simple could be that perfect."
"It went with the beer like it was made for it!"
Soon the voices were filled with excitement again, but of a different kind.
"I didn't know Alex could cook like that…"
"Does that mean he's a chef? A god-slayer and a chef?"
"First the hair thing, now this. He's unbelievable."
The announcer, still holding the score sheets with a stunned expression, looked at the golden box overflowing with tokens and muttered, "I don't even need to count this. That was a landslide."
By the time the lanterns dimmed toward midnight, the story had already begun to spread.
Not just about the hooded man who vanished with three beautiful women.
But about the most delicious dish they had ever eaten, made by someone they would never forget.
The festival had just gained a legend of its own.
Even after Alex vanished, the tables were still full of golden plates. People sat staring at them as if they were precious treasures, hesitant to even take another bite for fear that finishing it would make the flavor disappear forever.
A few clever ones, unable to eat anymore, wrapped the leftovers carefully in festival napkins and cloth.
"I'm taking this home," one man whispered, clutching the bundle to his chest. "If my wife smells this, she'll kill me if I don't share—but she's not getting a single bite. She can just smell it!"
"You think I'm giving mine to my kids?" another snorted, tucking his plate into a wooden food box. "I'll hide this in the pantry. They can sniff the aroma through the lid."
"I'm keeping mine on the table," someone else said proudly. "I want my whole house to smell like this. Maybe the scent will stick to the walls."
Thor, overhearing this, threw his head back and roared with laughter. "Hah! They treasure the food so much, they treat it like gold!"
Dionysus swirled the last sip of his beer, smiling faintly. "A good meal leaves a mark even after it's gone. That, Thor, is the rarest form of magic mortals can touch."
Meanwhile, the square had become a strange sight: people walking out of the competition area holding bundles of leftover food with the same care they would hold a newborn. Some smelled the wrapped packages as they went, closing their eyes as if just the scent could bring back the taste.
Even after the music started again, the talk of the night wasn't about the festival, or the beer, or even the gods who had appeared.
It was about that hooded man.
And the dish he made that everyone now wished they could taste just one more time.
As the night deepened, the golden lanterns above the square burned lower, their light swaying gently in the cool breeze. The lively music slowed to softer melodies, and the roar of voices mellowed into the warm chatter of tired but happy people.
Some families began gathering their things to go home, their arms full not just of leftover beer mugs and trinkets, but of carefully wrapped golden plates.
On the cobblestone paths leading out of the festival, conversations drifted like faint trails of smoke.
"You have to try it when we get home," a man told his wife as he carefully balanced the bundle of food in both hands. "It's not like anything we've eaten before. Even cold, the smell alone is worth it."
A group of friends walked slowly, passing the plate between them just to inhale its lingering aroma. "I swear, even the beer tastes better just from the memory. We need to tell everyone to come next year. If that hooded guy ever cooks again, we can't miss it."
Children tugged at their parents, begging for just one more bite, but most adults refused with a laugh.
"No," one mother said, pulling the bundle close. "This one we're taking home. When we get there, your grandfather will taste this. He won't believe mortals made it."
Even the vendors who had packed up their booths early stood by the gates, listening to the endless stream of praise. More than one of them whispered to another, "This year's festival will be remembered for that dish, not for the beer."
Thor was still sitting at a table in the distance, draining one last barrel-sized mug. Dionysus sat next to him, quiet but clearly pleased. They both listened to the departing crowd and the way one name kept coming up over and over, murmured in wonder.
And so the Golden Festival, a night that had begun as a celebration of beer, ended with a single hooded man leaving behind a flavor that no one would forget.
When the festival finally emptied out, the stone streets of the town glowed under the late lanterns. People walked home holding their golden-wrapped plates like treasures. The moment they reached their houses, doors opened, and families gathered around tables as if the festival had followed them home.
At first, it was just a small taste. A father sliced off a piece of the slow-seared meat and let his curious children try it. A grandmother dipped a spoon into the rice, skeptical, and then her expression changed entirely.
The result was the same in house after house.
"It's… perfect," someone whispered.
Even cold, even carried through the streets, the balance of the dish held. The flavor wrapped around the tongue, warming the chest as if the memory of the festival itself had been captured in each grain of rice. Beer mugs came out from cupboards at home, and people drank slowly as they ate, discovering that the food still paired perfectly.
And then, as always happens in this age, someone took a picture.
A simple photo: a family sitting at their table, a humble plate of rice and meat, and a caption.
'We brought this home from the Golden Festival. A hooded man cooked it. Everyone said his name was Alex. If you taste this once, you'll never forget it.'
It spread like fire. Within an hour, hundreds of comments flooded in.
"Wait. Alex? THE Alex?"
"Didn't he beat a god? And now he's cooking at festivals?!"
"Are you telling me the guy whose hair is trending is also the best chef on the planet?"
"Look at that dish! Simple but perfect! I want to try it!"
Clips and photos taken at the festival began appearing too—blurry shots of a hooded man cooking with calm, the golden plates, the overflowing voting box, even Thor raising his mug and shouting with foam all over his beard.
And then the online arguments started.
"Impossible. That's not him. Why would someone like that cook for random people?"
"No, it's him. Even the gods called him Alex!"
"If Alex opens a restaurant, goodbye to every other chef in the world."
By the end of the night, the hashtag #GoldenFestivalAlex was trending in both the human and supernatural communities.
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Chapter 477 – The Call from Olympus(18+)
The house was quiet. After the chaos of the festival, the soft stillness felt like a different world. Hanabi had already thrown herself down on the couch with a satisfied sigh, hugging a cushion like a spoiled cat. Airi was quietly cleaning up the cups they'd left out, and Iris sat cross‑legged on the floor, seemingly listening to the sound of the night breeze through the window.
Alex sat in a chair, eyes half‑closed, letting the noise of the online world fade away from his thoughts. The world could argue about food all it wanted—he wasn't interested.
That was when the ring on his finger gave a faint, warm pulse.
He opened his eyes. The glow was subtle, but unmistakable. A voice came through, sultry and unashamed.
"Alex." Aphrodite's tone was low, a purr that came straight into his head. "I'm in my room."
She didn't need to say more.
"I'm burning up tonight," she continued, her voice thick with heat. "You promised me, remember? When this happens… you'll come to me. No excuses."
Alex's expression didn't change, but his fingers brushed the ring lightly. "You're sure?"
"I can't think straight," she whispered. "I don't want to wait. Come now."
From the couch, Hanabi's ears twitched, and she sat up halfway. "That voice… was that Aphrodite?"
Airi glanced over, brows raised slightly. Iris, though blindfolded, tilted her head with an amused expression.
"Yeah," Hanabi said, grinning. "Judging from the look on his face, it's exactly what I think it is."
Alex stood, already sliding the hood of his cloak up.
"You're going?" Airi asked, calm but curious.
"We made a promise," he said simply.
Hanabi burst out laughing. "She's so impatient, that goddess. Fine, go on! Tell her not to faint too fast!"
He gave them one last glance, then with a faint ripple in the air, he was gone.
Olympus was waiting.
Alex stepped into Aphrodite's chamber, the air thick with the scent of roses and the faint, sweet musk of her arousal. The room was bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, the golden accents of her armor catching the light and reflecting it like shimmering stars. She lay sprawled across her heart-shaped bed, her long, pink hair fanned out like a silken halo, her eyes locked on him with a hunger that made his blood burn.
"You came," she purred, her voice dripping with desire. Her lips curved into a smile that was both innocent and wicked, a contradiction that only she could embody so perfectly. "I couldn't wait any longer, Alex. I needed you."
"You don't have to wait," he replied, his deep voice resonating through the room. He began to undress, his movements deliberate, letting her watch as he revealed the powerful frame beneath his clothes. His broad shoulders, chiseled chest, and the thick, throbbing length of his manhood were a testament to his strength—both physical and divine. He knew what she craved, and he was more than willing to give it to her.
As he approached the bed, Aphrodite shifted, her golden armor clinking softly as she spread her legs, inviting him. Her body was a masterpiece, every curve designed to tempt and entice. The smooth, slightly tanned skin of her thighs gleamed in the soft light, the intricate heart-shaped designs of her armor drawing attention to the most intimate parts of her. She was perfection incarnate, and yet Alex knew that it was her raw, unfiltered desire that truly captivated him.
He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. His hands gripped her hips, fingers pressing into her soft flesh as he leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Their tongues danced together, the taste of her—honeyed and intoxicating—filling his senses. She moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.
"Take me," she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with need. "Fill me, Alex. Make me yours again."
Without hesitation, he obliged. With a firm thrust, he sheathed himself fully inside her, the sensation of her warm, wet walls clamping down around him sending a jolt of pleasure through his entire body. Her breath caught in her throat, her back arching as she cried out in ecstasy.
"Yes!" she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Oh gods, yes!"
He began to move, his hips pistoning into her with a rhythm that was both punishing and precise. Each thrust drew another moan from her lips, her body writhing beneath him as she met his movements with equal fervor. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, a symphony of skin against skin and the wet, slick noises of their coupling.
But Alex wasn't done yet. With a flick of his wrist and a surge of divine energy, he felt his body change, a second cock sprouting from just below the first. Aphrodite's eyes widened, her lips parting in delight as she felt the new pressure against her entrance.
"Do it," she urged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Take me completely."
With a growl of approval, Alex positioned himself and thrust both cocks into her at once, filling her pussy and ass simultaneously. The sensation was overwhelming for both of them—her tight, desperate holes stretched to accommodate his massive shafts, and him enveloped in the warmth of her body in a way that was almost too intense to bear.
"Fuck!" she screamed, her body jerking as she was impaled on him. "Oh gods, Alex! It's so much—it's perfect!"
He didn't hold back. Gripping her hips even tighter, he drove into her with relentless force, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. Her moans grew louder, more fragmented, as she teetered on the brink of another climax. Her nails raked down his back, leaving trails of fire in their wake, but he barely noticed the pain. All he cared about was driving her wild, making her scream his name as she came undone.
"I'm… I'm going to—" she started, but her words broke off into a strangled cry as pleasure overtook her. Her walls clenched around him like a vice, milking his cocks for everything they were worth as she shuddered through her orgasm.
The sight of her unraveling beneath him, the way her body trembled and convulsed with pleasure—it was enough to push him over the edge as well. With a guttural groan, he spilled himself inside her, his seed flooding both of her holes in hot, sticky waves. The sensation of being filled so completely sent Aphrodite into another wave of ecstasy, her screams echoing through the chamber as they reached the peak together.
When he finally stilled, both spent and trembling, Aphrodite collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. But even now, her eyes remained locked on him, filled with a hunger that refused to be sated.
"Again," she whispered, her voice husky and raw. "Please."
Alex's eyes flickered with a mix of curiosity and concern as he looked down at Aphrodite, who was still trembling from their last climax. Her voice had been soft but insistent, her plea for more carrying a weight that made his chest tighten. He hesitated, his fingers brushing against her cheek as he studied her.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low and steady, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his tone.
She nodded, her gaze unwavering, her lips parting slightly as she whispered, "Yes. I want all of you. All of you."
The air around them seemed to shift, charged with an electric energy as Alex closed his eyes, focusing his power. His body tensed, muscles rippling under his skin, and then—there it was. Two sleek, powerful tails emerged from the base of his spine, their tips swelling into thick, throbbing cocks that mirrored his own. The sight of them made Aphrodite's breath hitch, her eyes widening with a mixture of awe and desire.
Without a word, she slid off the bed, her movements fluid and deliberate, and knelt before him on all fours. Her body was a perfect arc, her hips raised high, inviting. She turned her head slightly, her lips curving into a sly smile as she glanced over her shoulder at him.
"Take me," she murmured, her voice dripping with need.
Alex's heart pounded in his chest as he stepped forward, his tails swaying behind him with a life of their own. He crouched slightly, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself behind her. The tip of one tail brushed against her entrance, teasing her before slowly pressing inside. She gasped, her body arching as the length slid into her, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed.
But he didn't stop there. The second tail found its way to her other hole, and with a gentle but firm push, he filled her completely. Aphrodite let out a muffled moan, her fingers digging into the sheets as she struggled to contain the overwhelming sensation of being stretched so perfectly.
And then there was his primary cock, thick and pulsing with need. She reached out, her hand wrapping around him as she guided him to her lips. Without hesitation, she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before she began to bob her head up and down, taking him deeper with each motion.
Alex groaned, his hips starting to move almost instinctively. His tails thrust into her with steady, rhythmic motions, each movement sending waves of pleasure through both of them. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mingling with their labored breaths and muffled moans.
Aphrodite's body was on fire, every nerve alight with sensation. She could feel him everywhere—inside her, filling her, stretching her—and it was more than she could bear. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her nails raking across the sheets as she tried to hold on.
"Alex," she whimpered around his cock, her voice trembling with need. "More."
He obliged, increasing the pace of his thrusts, his tails slamming into her with a force that made her entire body shake. His cock slid in and out of her mouth, the wet warmth of her tongue driving him wild. He could feel himself getting closer, the pressure building in his core as he continued to pound into her.
Aphrodite's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her with such intensity that she nearly screamed. Her walls clenched around his tails, milking them for every drop of pleasure they could give. Her body convulsed, her back arching as she rode out the waves of ecstasy that seemed to go on forever.
Alex wasn't far behind. With a guttural groan, he came hard, his seed exploding into her mouth in hot, spurting jets. At the same time, his tails released inside her, filling both of her holes with his essence. The sensation was overwhelming, and Aphrodite swallowed every last drop, savoring the taste of him as she trembled with pleasure.
When he finally stilled, both of them were left panting and shaking, their bodies slick with sweat. Aphrodite collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. But even now, her hunger was far from satisfied.
She turned to him, her eyes glinting with mischief as she whispered, "Again."
Alex chuckled softly, the sound deep and rumbling in his chest. "You're insatiable," he murmured, his hands reaching for her once more.
"Only for you," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity as she pulled him close, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was both tender and heated. And just like that, they were lost in each other once again
Aphrodite's breath hitched as Alex's hands slid down her body, his touch electric and demanding. His eyes burned with a hunger that matched her own, and she could feel the raw power radiating from him, like a storm building just beneath the surface. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice low and commanding. "You want more?"
She shivered, her body already responding to the promise in his tone. "Always," she whispered back, her voice trembling with anticipation.
Alex's lips curved into a dangerous smile, and in that moment, she felt the shift in the air—a surge of energy that made her skin tingle. His tails, which had been coiled around her possessively, began to transform. The tips shimmered, growing longer and sharper, until they became whips of pure light, crackling with energy. They moved with a mind of their own, tracing delicate patterns across her skin before landing with a sharp snap on her most sensitive spots.
Aphrodite gasped, her back arching as the sting of the whip sent a jolt of pleasure through her. "Alex!" she cried out, her voice a mix of shock and ecstasy.
He watched her with dark, hungry eyes, his fingers gripping her hips firmly as the whips danced across her body. They teased her nipples, flicking them until they hardened into peaks, then trailed down her stomach, leaving faint marks that burned with pleasure. One whip coiled around her thigh, pulling her leg apart to expose her fully to him, while the other slid between her folds, brushing against her clit with a precision that made her cry out.
"You're so sensitive," Alex murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Every inch of you reacts to me."
The whips continued their torment, alternating between sharp flicks and gentle caresses, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Aphrodite's hands clawed at the sheets, her moans growing louder as the pleasure built inside her. She was desperate for release, but Alex held her there, teetering on the brink, forcing her to feel every second of it.
"Please," she begged, her voice breaking. "I can't—I need—"
Alex didn't let her finish. With a growl, he plunged into her, his cock filling her completely. The whips vanished in an instant, replaced by his hands as he gripped her hips and thrust into her deeply, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Aphrodite cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he fucked her with a ferocity that left her breathless. His pace was relentless, each thrust driving her higher and higher until she was trembling with the intensity of it. She could feel every inch of him, the way he stretched her, the way he filled her so perfectly that it made her ache for more.
"Alex," she moaned, her voice barely a whisper. "Don't stop."
He didn't. His hips moved faster, his cock pounding into her with a rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart. She could feel herself unraveling, the pleasure building inside her until it was unbearable. And then, with one final thrust, she came undone, her body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.
Alex didn't stop. He kept fucking her through her orgasm, his own release building as he drove into her again and again. She could feel him grow harder inside her, his hips jerking erratically as he finally came, his seed spilling into her with a deep groan.
For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together as they caught their breath. Aphrodite's legs were still wrapped around his waist, and she could feel him still inside her, his warmth filling her in a way that made her sigh contentedly.
But even now, as they lay there entwined, she could feel the hunger stirring within her again. She turned to him, her eyes dark with desire, and whispered, "Again."
Alex chuckled, the sound low and rough. "You never get enough, do you?"
"Not when it's you," she replied, her voice soft but filled with sincerity. She reached for him, her fingers trailing down his chest as she pulled him closer. "I want all of you."
He groaned softly, his hands sliding up her thighs as he positioned himself over her once more. His cock was already hard again, pressing against her entrance as he leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss.
Their bodies moved together effortlessly, their connection deeper than just physical. Every touch, every thrust, every moan was filled with love and lust, a testament to the bond they shared. And as Alex moved inside her once more, Aphrodite knew she would never tire of this—of him.
"Again," she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with need
The golden light of morning spilled across the marble pillars of Olympus, soft and warm. Inside Aphrodite's private chambers, the air was still thick with the faint perfume of roses mixed with something wilder from the night before.
On the wide bed, Aphrodite lay curled against Alex, her pink hair tangled over his chest as she breathed slowly, her face glowing in the quiet aftermath.
"Mmm…" she murmured, tightening her arms around him with lazy satisfaction. "Last night was… more than I expected. I didn't think you had that side in you, Alex."
Her lips brushed his shoulder, and she looked up at him with a mischievous, sleepy smile. "Fierce. Untamed. I didn't know I liked being handled like that until you showed me."
She giggled softly, touching her fingers to her lips as if remembering the details. "And those two tails you grew… turning them into whips like that? Gods, I never imagined you could use them that way. I've never felt anything like it in all my life."
Her voice softened, almost reverent. "You made me forget I was a goddess."
She rested her head back down on him, eyes closing as she whispered, "I love it… I love all of it. You don't hold back, but you never hurt me. Only pleasure. It makes me greedy for you."
Outside, the first birds of Olympus sang in the distance, while inside, Aphrodite simply clung to him as if she didn't plan to let him go for the rest of the morning.
The sunlight that poured into the room caught the soft pink strands of her hair as she stirred against him. When Alex opened his eyes, Aphrodite was already awake, watching him with that languid, lazy smile that only came after a night that left no strength for pretenses.
"Good morning," she whispered, her voice soft and playful.
"Good morning," he replied, his tone calm but warmer than usual.
She leaned up and pressed her lips to his. It was meant to be a greeting, but the moment their mouths touched, it deepened. Their tongues intertwined slowly, the kiss stretching on until the sound of their breaths grew heavier. By the time they pulled apart, a thin, glistening bridge of saliva connected them before it broke and slid down her chin.
Her eyes were half-lidded, bright with mischief and desire. "Thirsty?" she asked in a teasing whisper, tilting her head as her hands gently cupped her breasts. "You can drink… if you want."
Alex didn't answer. He leaned down without hesitation, his lips closing over her nipple.
A soft, surprised sound left her lips, quickly melting into a long, sweet moan as she felt him suck. Milk welled and flowed, and she tilted her head back, pink hair spilling across the sheets as her voice trembled.
"Ahh… yes… that's it…," she breathed, one hand tangling in his hair, the other stroking his cheek as if to keep him close.
The room filled with the soft, wet sound of his drinking and her gentle, happy moans, the morning on Olympus beginning not with formality, but with indulgence.
Alex pulled away slowly from her breast, a thin trail of milk still on his lips. He already knew well what flowed from her—sweet, rich, but laced with a natural aphrodisiac that burned gently through the body like liquid fire. He had known this from the very first time. And yet, as always, he drank deeply for one reason only: because it made her so happy.
Aphrodite's breath came quicker as she saw the change in his eyes, a slow smile spreading across her pink lips. She licked them, teasingly slow, and leaned back on the silken pillows, spreading her legs in invitation, her body glistening faintly in the morning light.
"Welcome back," she whispered, her voice husky with longing.
Alex said nothing more. Words were unnecessary. He positioned himself and, in one deep motion, thrust into her again.
The goddess cried out, her back arching, hips trembling as the sudden fullness made her entire body shake. Her arms wrapped tight around his shoulders, and her legs hooked around him like a trap, pulling him in deeper.
"Harder—" she begged between gasps, her voice breaking as each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through her. "Don't… hold back!"
Her moans echoed against the marble walls, high and sweet, as he moved with relentless rhythm. She met each motion with her own, hips rising to meet his, her hair spread across the bed like a halo of pink.
Her breathing became ragged, broken with each cry of pleasure until finally his pace pushed her over the edge again, and as her legs tightened like iron around his waist, he drove deep one last time and released, warmth filling her as she shuddered in bliss beneath him.
She clung to him, chest heaving, a happy, satisfied smile curving her lips. "Mmm… you really do keep your promises," she whispered softly into his ear, still holding him inside her as if she didn't want to let go.
Even as her body trembled from the last wave of pleasure, Aphrodite's lips brushed close to his ear, her voice husky and broken by breath.
"More," she whispered.
Alex didn't ask what she meant. He already knew.
Without a word, a change rippled through him. A second length grew, thick and hard, pressing against her other entrance. Her eyes widened, and she gave a desperate, thrilled little gasp as she felt it.
"Yes… yes… fill me completely," she pleaded.
He pushed forward, slow at first, until both of her holes were filled at once. The goddess let out a loud, unrestrained moan, arching her back as her legs locked tighter around him.
"Ahhh—! Both… both at once!"
At the same time, behind him, his black tails unfurled. One of them split and shaped itself into a smooth tip, which pressed gently against her lips. Aphrodite, panting, opened her mouth without hesitation, wrapping her lips around it.
The moment she tasted it, warm liquid flowed—thick, potent, like pure essence. She sucked eagerly, her tongue curling and stroking along the tail as she drank, moaning around it.
Alex lowered his head to her chest, taking one of her breasts into his mouth again. Milk spilled over his tongue, sweet and faintly intoxicating, and the more he drank, the stronger the heat between them grew.
Her body writhed beneath him, overwhelmed. Both entrances filled, her mouth occupied by his tail, her breasts in his hands—every nerve of her body was caught in sensation.
"Mmmmphh… Alex… more… don't stop!"
Each thrust rocked her body, the bed creaking under them, her moans growing louder as he pushed her higher, the pleasure rising again and again with no space to breathe, no chance to calm down, only the burning bliss that built with every movement.
The pace built quickly, each movement stronger, deeper, until the sounds of their bodies striking together filled the room. Aphrodite's voice was almost a song, broken moans and gasps spilling out between the wet sounds of his thrusts and the soft sucking as she drank from his tail.
Her nails dug into his back. She wrapped her arms and legs around him tightly, as if she could pull him even closer, her whole body trembling with the overload of sensation.
"Ahhh—Alex—don't stop…!"
And then, with a deep final thrust that filled her to the very limit, his control snapped.
Warmth flooded into her—deep into both of her lower holes at once, his essence spilling into her womb and her deepest places, thick and hot. At the same time, the tail released into her mouth, the taste rich and heavy with power.
She drank greedily, not wasting a drop, moaning around it as the spurts filled her throat. Her body shook violently, her legs tightening as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
When it finally slowed, she slumped back against the sheets, her lips slipping from the tail only to lick the last drops from them, a blissful, dreamy smile curving her mouth.
"Mmm…" she whispered breathlessly, eyes half‑lidded. "As delicious as ever… I can never get enough of you."
Her voice was soft, happy, and utterly satisfied as she pulled him down to her, keeping him close, not letting a drop escape.
Chapter 478 – Eyes at the Door (18+)
The golden light of Olympus poured through the balcony windows, the room still warm from the heat of their bodies. Alex had not yet pulled out of her; the two of them lay tangled together, her soft pink hair spread across the bed like a spilled pool of silk.
Aphrodite's breathing, slow at first, quickened again as her lips brushed against his ear.
"Don't move yet… stay… let me feel you," she whispered, her voice husky and faintly mischievous.
Then she paused, a teasing little grin flickering over her face as if she had just remembered something.
"Actually… why don't we let them watch for a while?"
Before Alex could ask, the heavy double doors to her private chambers creaked open.
And in tumbled two startled figures, their momentum carrying them straight to the marble floor:
Athena—with her long blonde hair and light blue eyes, and Artemis—her silver hair gleaming like moonlight, the same pale blue eyes widening in shock.
The two goddesses froze where they landed, tangled with each other, their faces flushing bright pink as they realized exactly what scene they had just walked into.
"W-we—!" Athena stammered, quickly pulling herself upright, covering her face with one hand.
"We didn't—!" Artemis's words caught in her throat, her silver brows furrowed, clearly mortified.
On the bed, Aphrodite only laughed softly, still clinging to Alex. "If you wanted to watch, you could have just asked. There was no need to sneak."
Both of the younger goddesses immediately shook their heads, mortified.
"W-watch?!" Athena sputtered, trying to look anywhere except at the bed.
Artemis bit her lip and looked away, as if trying to find the door again without falling over.
But Aphrodite's voice, sultry and playful, stopped them.
"You've already seen everything now," she said. "If you're going to be here, just stay there and watch. Alex—" she glanced up at him, half shy, half daring, "—don't stop for me."
Alex hesitated for a breath, his calm black eyes flicking toward the intruders, but when Aphrodite whispered, "Please," he obeyed.
He began to move again, both of his lengths sliding deep into her at once.
"Ahhh—!" Aphrodite cried out, her back arching, the sounds of their bodies meeting filling the air once more.
The other two froze like statues, but their wide, unblinking eyes betrayed them.
Aphrodite, panting between moans, tilted her head toward them with a lazy, satisfied grin.
"Be careful," she teased, her voice trembling as Alex thrust harder, "because just watching him… can make you want the same."
Athena covered her mouth, her ears turning red, while Artemis shifted uncomfortably, unsure why her heart was pounding.
Minutes stretched on. The rhythm intensified, Aphrodite's moans growing louder, echoing against the high marble walls.
And at last, with one final deep thrust, both of Alex's lengths released inside her again. Aphrodite threw her head back, crying out in pure, overwhelming pleasure as she clung tightly to him, her body quivering under the flood of heat filling both of her deepest places.
Athena and Artemis could only stand there, silent and breathless, their faces burning, unsure if they should run or keep staring.
The air in Aphrodite's chamber was still heavy with heat when she slowly rose from Alex's lap. Her body, glowing faintly from the lingering pleasure, moved with a languid grace as she stood. Athena and Artemis, still by the door, had not dared to move a step closer—but when Aphrodite stood, their eyes widened involuntarily.
For the first time, they saw him clearly. The sight of him, still hard and thick from their earlier act, made both their lips press together tightly, cheeks reddening. Neither of them could look away.
Aphrodite smiled knowingly, her voice a soft whisper that carried across the room. "Sit on the edge of the bed for me, Alex."
Without a word, he obeyed.
She stepped down to the floor, her bare feet silent on the marble, then knelt in front of him, tilting her head back so that the other two could see. With both hands, she pushed his hips apart slightly, exposing everything to their view.
"You've been watching from over there," she said, her tone low and inviting. "Why not come closer?"
Then she glanced up at Alex, her eyes glimmering with a playful dare. "Grow another one. Let's give them a choice."
For a moment, the room was silent—then, as if responding to her words, a third length emerged, thick and pulsing, joining the two already there.
The sight made both Athena and Artemis draw in a sharp breath.
"You can stay there if you want," Aphrodite murmured, her pink lips curling into a teasing smile, "but if you're curious…"
She leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around him, her tongue circling slowly, deliberately. The wet sound filled the room, and after a moment, she pulled back slightly and whispered, "Sweet as nectar. Even the gods can't resist."
Athena and Artemis glanced at each other, their faces burning.
They didn't know why—was it jealousy? Curiosity? Desire?—but their feet began to move, carrying them forward almost against their will. Step by step, until they were kneeling on either side of her.
Aphrodite glanced at them and moved slightly to the center, leaving one of his lengths on each side. "Go on," she whispered, "just a taste."
Athena's breath trembled as she leaned closer, her golden hair brushing against his thigh, while Artemis mirrored her on the other side, silver hair like flowing moonlight.
At first, both hesitated, giving a tentative lick as if bracing for something bitter or unpleasant. But the moment the tip touched their tongues, their eyes widened in surprise.
"…It's sweet," Artemis whispered, almost under her breath.
"Like honey," Athena admitted softly, then blushed harder and went back for another slow, uncertain lick.
And then, without thinking, both of them began to mimic Aphrodite, licking and stroking with growing eagerness, the taste drawing them in as if it were a forbidden candy, sweet and addictive.
Aphrodite, positioned at the center, drew back just enough to glance at the two goddesses now kneeling on either side of her. The playful glimmer in her pink eyes softened into something more coaxing, like a patient teacher guiding students who were still unsure of themselves.
"That's good," she whispered, one hand gently stroking through Athena's golden hair, the other brushing the silvery strands of Artemis. "Don't be shy. Take your time. Let your tongues taste every part of him. He likes it when you're bold."
Athena flushed a deep red at those words, but she didn't stop. Emboldened by Aphrodite's encouragement and the strange sweetness on her tongue, she leaned closer, her lips brushing against the thick length as she began to run her tongue slowly from base to tip.
Artemis mirrored her on the other side, silver hair falling forward, her tongue shy at first but gradually growing more confident as she heard the low sound of Alex's breath deepening.
Aphrodite smiled, seeing their uncertainty fade, and tilted her head back down to the center, taking the middle one into her mouth. Her lips sealed around it, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked while her tongue swirled with practiced skill.
"Mmm…" she hummed around him, the vibration sending a shiver through his body.
The three of them moved in rhythm—Aphrodite's slow, deep pulls in the center, while Athena and Artemis licked up and down the sides, their shy licks turning into long, wet strokes, tongues overlapping at times.
Whenever their lips brushed against each other by accident, both younger goddesses froze in embarrassment for a heartbeat, but Aphrodite's voice broke through, sultry and teasing.
"Don't stop. Feel it. Don't think, just do what you want."
Her hands guided them gently, adjusting their pace. Athena, lips trembling, parted them a little more, daring to take the tip into her mouth, while Artemis mirrored her on the other side, her eyes half‑closed, tasting the sweet flavor as if she'd never tasted anything so strange and intoxicating before.
Alex's breathing deepened. Even for him, the sight and sensation were overwhelming: three divine beauties, their golden, silver, and pink hair brushing against each other as they worked in unison, their soft moans and wet sounds mixing together.
"See?" Aphrodite whispered when she pulled away for a moment, saliva glistening on her lips. "It's addictive, isn't it? You can't stop once you start."
Both Athena and Artemis said nothing, but the way they eagerly returned to licking and sucking was all the answer she needed.
Would you like this scene to build tow
Aphrodite pulled back for a moment, resting one hand on Alex's thigh as she caught the chins of the two embarrassed goddesses with her fingertips, gently tilting their faces toward her. Her pink hair framed her face like a halo, but her eyes sparkled with a slow-burning flame.
"Both of you," she said in a voice like warm honey, "you're tasting him, but you're holding back. You can feel it, can't you? That craving starting to grow? Stop thinking about shame. Just follow what you feel."
Athena swallowed hard, her golden lashes lowering. Artemis bit her lip, uncertain, but her body leaned forward instinctively even as she hesitated.
Aphrodite's lips curved into a playful smile. "Here—watch closely."
She lowered her head to the middle shaft, running her tongue from the very base to the top in one long, slow drag, making sure they both saw every inch of her motion. Then she wrapped her lips around the tip and slowly let it sink deep into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as a faint moan escaped her throat.
When she pulled back with a soft pop, she licked her lips and whispered, "It's like savoring something sweet. You want to enjoy it, not rush it. Try it—don't just lick, use your lips. Feel it."
Athena, cheeks burning red, glanced once at Artemis, who mirrored her hesitantly. They each leaned in on either side. This time, instead of just timidly licking, Athena parted her lips and let them close gently around the thick length, her tongue swirling tentatively. Artemis copied her, silver hair brushing against Athena's shoulder as their soft lips began to move in small, uncertain patterns.
"That's it," Aphrodite murmured encouragingly, one hand stroking their hair. "Good girls… yes, just like that. Now a little deeper."
Both of them gasped quietly but obeyed, taking in more. At first they struggled, unpracticed, but Aphrodite's hand guided them—holding their heads steady, showing them when to slow, when to swirl their tongues.
They began to lose themselves.
The taste that had surprised them before now seemed to spread over their tongues, sweet and warm, as if the more they took, the more their bodies wanted.
Athena, no longer so stiff, let her lips slide further, her golden hair falling forward, while Artemis's pale blue eyes had gone hazy as she sucked gently, her silver strands mixing with Athena's.
Aphrodite giggled softly. "See? I told you. The more you taste, the more you want. That's the truth of him. Don't stop… let it take over."
Her words worked like a spell. What began with embarrassment was now slowly turning into open desire. Their shy hesitations melted into genuine eagerness, each of them trying to match Aphrodite's pace, their lips and tongues moving more naturally, guided by the goddess of love herself.
The room filled with wet sounds, soft moans, and the subtle sighs of pleasure as the three of them, golden, silver, and pink, worked together on him, their rhythm growing smoother, more intimate with every passing moment.
Aphrodite's soft laugh rang out again, rich and low, as she watched their stiff, hesitant movements melt into something smoother. Her hands, one on each goddess's head, gently guided their pace while her own mouth continued on the middle shaft. She took her time—slow, deep, savoring every sound Alex made above her.
Then, pulling back for just a moment, she whispered, "You're doing well… but there's more to pleasure than lips and tongue."
Athena and Artemis glanced up at her through their lashes, their faces flushed, lips already shiny with saliva. Aphrodite smiled knowingly and moved her hand from Artemis's hair, sliding it down her shoulder, then across her back until it rested at her waist. With gentle pressure, she drew the silver-haired goddess closer to her golden-haired sister, so that their faces brushed together as they both kissed and licked along the same length.
The brief, accidental touch of their lips made both of them freeze, startled, but Aphrodite's voice came again, low and coaxing.
"Don't pull away. You're goddesses—learn to enjoy everything. Even each other."
To demonstrate, she tilted her own head sideways, kissed Alex's shaft, and then deliberately let her tongue trail across until it touched Athena's lips, brushing lightly. Then she withdrew and whispered, "See? It isn't scary. Try it."
Athena hesitated… but Artemis, curious and strangely emboldened, followed her instruction first. Her tongue flicked forward, touching lightly where Athena's lips were. Athena blinked, startled, but then—guided by Aphrodite's firm hand on the back of her neck—she let herself do the same.
The soft sound that escaped Artemis's throat when their tongues met was half surprise, half pleasure.
"There you go," Aphrodite said, her tone warm. "Now you're learning."
From there, she taught them little by little. How to use their hands at the base while their mouths worked higher. How to pause and lick around the tip, meeting each other's tongues in teasing, wet touches before sinking lower again.
At times, Aphrodite would take the middle shaft deep into her throat and stay there, letting the younger goddesses work on the sides together. Other times, she would pull back entirely, watching with half-lidded, approving eyes as Athena and Artemis—now less shy—kissed and licked over the same shaft, their hair tangling together like gold and silver threads.
"You feel that?" Aphrodite murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "That heat in your chest, the way your bodies are trembling? That's what he does. Let it build. Let it guide you. Don't fight it."
By now, their embarrassment had nearly melted away. Artemis, who had been tense at first, had her lips wrapped fully around him, her pale eyes unfocused with pleasure, while Athena, beside her, was breathing through her nose and moving with slow determination, trying to match Aphrodite's rhythm perfectly.
The room was a blend of soft moans, wet sounds, and the low, slow breaths of Alex above them, his hand resting lightly on Aphrodite's head as he felt the combined effort of three divine mouths devoted entirely to him.
The pace built gradually. What had started as hesitant, shy movements was now a steady, synchronized rhythm—three divine beauties working as one, each of them losing themselves in the warmth and taste of him.
Aphrodite, in the center, bobbed deeply and smoothly, saliva dripping from her lips down his length. On the sides, Athena and Artemis mirrored each other now without hesitation, their tongues tracing, lips wrapping, golden and silver hair mixing together. Their embarrassment had burned away, replaced by a dazed hunger neither of them had ever felt before.
Every now and then, their tongues touched as they kissed the same spot, but now there was no flinching. They had grown used to the closeness, caught up in Aphrodite's spell and the intoxicating sweetness that filled their mouths.
"Don't stop," Aphrodite whispered between deep strokes, her hand squeezing Alex's thighs as she felt the tension building. "He's close. When it happens, take everything. Swallow every drop—you'll want all of it."
Alex's breathing grew heavier, the muscles in his abdomen tightening, his hands gently gripping their heads now.
"Ready," Aphrodite murmured, pulling back just enough to lick the sensitive tip, then closing her lips again as the three of them sped up, tongues and mouths moving in perfect rhythm.
The pressure hit like a wave.
With a deep, strained breath, Alex released.
The first surge filled Aphrodite's mouth, hot and powerful, spilling across her tongue. She swallowed greedily, humming with delight, while the next waves spilled to the sides, where Athena and Artemis were waiting.
The younger goddesses' eyes widened as the thick, warm essence hit their tongues—and then their expressions melted into shock and bliss.
"It's… so sweet…" Athena whispered breathlessly between swallows.
"Mmm… so good," Artemis added, cheeks flushed, licking the last drops from her lips.
They didn't waste a single drop. Even after he was spent, their tongues licked at him, cleaning every trace, unwilling to stop tasting him.
Finally, Aphrodite leaned back, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, a lazy, satisfied smile on her face. "Now you understand," she whispered, glancing at the two of them, whose breathing was as quick as if they'd run a race.
Athena and Artemis stayed kneeling for a moment longer, faces pink, both of them licking their lips as if trying to hold on to the flavor that lingered there.
Aphrodite rested her elbows on Alex's thighs, leaning forward lazily, her pink hair sticking in a few wild strands to her flushed cheeks. She let her gaze drift to Athena and Artemis, who were still kneeling, their golden and silver hair slightly messy, lips glistening from what they had just swallowed.
Her smile was slow and knowing.
"You two," she murmured softly, her voice dripping with amusement. "That was your first time tasting him, wasn't it?"
Athena pressed her lips together, trying to regain her composure, but her face was betraying her, cheeks glowing red all the way to her ears. Artemis turned her face aside, but her tongue darted out unconsciously to lick at the corner of her mouth where a trace of him lingered.
Aphrodite's soft laugh filled the room. "Look at you. Your eyes are hazy, your bodies trembling… You've been marked by him now."
Artemis finally looked back at her, startled. "Marked?"
"Yes," Aphrodite said simply, tilting her head with a teasing grin. "Once you've tasted him, there's no going back. That flavor… that heat… it stays inside you. You'll crave more without even realizing it."
Athena swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice steady. "That doesn't mean—"
But Aphrodite cut her off smoothly, her eyes glittering.
"Don't pretend," she said. "I saw it in both of you. You're gods, but at that moment, you forgot what you were. You just wanted him."
Athena looked down, unable to deny it. Artemis's pale blue eyes flickered with a mixture of defiance and something softer, more confused.
Aphrodite leaned closer to them, her lips curving into a whisper. "And one day, when you finally admit it to yourselves, it will be him—no one else—who will take what's still untouched in you. Your first time belongs to him now. You know that, don't you?"
The words hit like a silent thunder.
Athena's breath caught, her lips parting slightly. Artemis clenched her hands on her lap, but her eyes betrayed her, a flush blooming across her pale cheeks.
Neither could speak.
Aphrodite chuckled, the sound rich and confident. "Don't be ashamed. You've seen it now. You've felt it. There is no man in all the realms who can compare."
She sat back, leaning against Alex's chest, looking very much like a queen who had just claimed victory. "And as for me," she added softly, almost like a private vow, "I don't mind sharing a little… as long as he's the one you come to when that time comes."
As Aphrodite leaned back against him with that satisfied, teasing smile, Alex finally spoke, his calm voice cutting through the warm tension that hung in the chamber.
"You two," he said, looking at Athena and Artemis, "listen carefully."
Both goddesses lifted their eyes toward him, still flushed, still kneeling, unsure of what he was about to say.
"I won't force you into anything," Alex said. "Not now, not ever. If you decide to walk away from this and never look back, I'll respect that."
There was no heat in his tone, no demand. Just steady words, like an unshakable promise.
"I don't take advantage of someone when they're vulnerable," he continued. "If one day you want me as a lover, it will be because you chose it—not because of what happened here."
For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of their breathing.
Athena blinked, clearly taken aback. Her lips parted slightly as if to speak, but no words came out. She had been expecting, in some corner of her mind, that he would seize the moment. That he would take the power handed to him in their weakness.
Artemis, too, stared at him, her pale blue eyes wide. She had been ready to hate herself for coming closer. Ready to resent the situation. But instead of greed, what she saw in his face was restraint—and respect.
That realization twisted something in her chest.
"…You would just let us go?" Artemis asked quietly, almost in disbelief.
"Yes," Alex said without hesitation. "It's your choice. Always."
Aphrodite smiled faintly at those words, as though she had been waiting for that answer.
The two younger goddesses looked at each other, and in that silent exchange something shifted. The heat that had been sparked earlier didn't vanish—instead, it deepened into something quieter, warmer.
Athena's lips curved into the faintest, almost reluctant smile. "I thought… you would try to claim us."
Artemis's voice was softer, a whisper. "I thought you'd take what you wanted."
"And now?" Alex asked.
They both looked at him, cheeks still red, hearts pounding in a way neither of them wanted to admit.
"…Now," Athena said, her voice steadier, "I think I might understand why so many are drawn to you."
Artemis nodded, her silver hair falling forward as she murmured, "You could have taken us just now… and instead, you made me want to come closer on my own."
Unspoken between them was the truth: their interest in him, far from lessening, had only grown.
Chapter 479 – See You Later
The room was quiet now, the heavy air of heat and teasing replaced by something calmer, almost gentle. Athena and Artemis rose slowly from where they had been kneeling, their golden and silver hair cascading down their backs as they stood. They both smoothed their clothes, trying to regain a dignity that their flushed faces betrayed completely.
They walked toward the door, their steps soft on the polished marble floor. But when they reached it, both of them paused, glancing back at Alex.
For a moment, they just looked at him. His calm expression, his steady black eyes, the way he sat there without a trace of arrogance.
Athena opened her mouth first. Her voice was low, but there was a softness in it that was almost never there.
"…See you later," she said.
Artemis hesitated, her pale blue eyes meeting his, and then, with a faint smile that looked shy even on her face, she echoed, "See you later."
And then, without another word, they slipped through the door, closing it behind them.
The long hallway of Olympus stretched before them, silent except for the quick rhythm of their footsteps.
Neither of them spoke at first, but they could both feel it—the pounding of their hearts, faster than they'd expected.
Finally, Athena let out a slow, unsteady breath. "I never thought," she admitted softly, "that there would be a man who could make me feel… like this."
Artemis glanced at her sister, her own cheeks still pink, her hand pressed to her chest as if trying to calm it. "…Neither did I," she whispered. "I hate to admit it, but… just being near him—" she shook her head, unable to finish the sentence.
The two of them continued walking side by side, the cool breeze of Olympus brushing against their heated faces.
Unseen by them, the faintest smiles lingered on both their lips.
The marble halls of Olympus were still quiet as Athena and Artemis continued walking, neither of them speaking. The cool breeze drifting through the tall windows did nothing to calm the heat that lingered in their faces.
Halfway through the corridor, Artemis slowed her steps, her hand brushing against her sister's arm. "Athena," she said softly, her voice unusually hesitant, "let's… go to your room. I don't want to talk about this where anyone else can hear."
Athena stopped, surprised at the tone, but after a moment, she nodded. "All right."
They walked the rest of the way in silence, and when the tall golden doors of Athena's private chambers closed behind them, the goddess of wisdom exhaled and sat down on the edge of her desk. Artemis remained standing, her silver hair falling forward as she stared at the floor for a long moment.
It was Athena who finally spoke first. "You want to talk about him."
Artemis looked up at her, her pale blue eyes conflicted but clear. "…Yes."
The huntress goddess took a slow breath and began, "I never thought anyone—any man—could make me feel like that. Do you know what I felt, when he told us he wouldn't force us?"
Athena's lips curved slightly, a knowing, quiet smile. "Relief?"
"More than that," Artemis admitted. "It made me… want him even more. Because he didn't try to take advantage of us, because he saw us as more than just… that. And when I realized he could have done anything, and chose not to…" She pressed a hand to her chest, her heartbeat loud in her own ears. "I don't know why, but I can't stop thinking about him now."
Athena closed her eyes for a moment, as if weighing her own feelings. When she opened them again, there was a softness there that very few had ever seen.
"…I felt the same," she said finally. "I thought I was immune to this kind of thing. That I would never allow myself to be drawn in by anyone. But that man…" She paused, her voice quieter. "He is nothing like the others. The moment he said those words, I realized there was no game, no manipulation. Just a promise he intended to keep. And it made me respect him… and want to know more about him."
Artemis walked closer, leaning against the desk beside her sister. "Do you think… you're falling for him?"
Athena didn't look away. "…I think I already am."
Artemis stayed silent for a while, then whispered, "So am I."
For a moment, neither of them said anything. The two sisters simply sat there in Athena's quiet chamber, listening to the sound of their own hearts, both of them knowing that a single man—black-haired, calm, and unlike anyone else—had shaken them more deeply than anyone ever had before.
The scene shifted back to Aphrodite's private palace.
This time they were in the new wing of her home—a room she had personally ordered her followers to build just for these moments.
It was spacious and open. On one side, a long dining table stretched beneath tall, arched windows that let the sunlight spill across the polished marble. On the opposite side, a wide, open kitchen gleamed, filled with tools and ingredients.
Here, Aphrodite could sit comfortably and watch him cook.
She reclined at the end of the table, chin propped in her palm, her pink hair falling over her shoulder like a silk curtain. Her eyes followed his every movement in the kitchen.
"You know," she said softly, a lazy smile curving her lips, "I think I love your food as much as I love everything else about you."
Alex glanced back at her with calm eyes while he stirred the pan. "You've said that before."
"And it's still true," she said, almost in a purr. "I had this room built for you so I could sit here and watch you cook every day. You really do make me spoiled."
He didn't reply, just went on slicing vegetables with the same quiet precision that always caught her. The aroma of the food was already beginning to fill the room.
It was then that a gentle knock echoed on the tall door.
Aphrodite raised an eyebrow. "Hm? Who could that be?"
"Come in," she called.
The door opened slowly, and standing there were Athena and Artemis. Both sisters had their expressions composed, but there was a faint tension in their posture—nervousness carefully hidden.
"We… came to talk," Athena said after a moment, her voice quiet.
Artemis nodded once beside her.
Alex glanced at them from the kitchen and, without missing a beat, said, "You came at the right time. I was just finishing. Sit down. You can eat first, and then we'll talk."
Both goddesses blinked, caught off guard by the simplicity of his response.
They moved to the table, their steps measured. As they sat, they couldn't help but notice the way he moved in the kitchen. No arrogance. No pretense. Just calm, steady care in every cut, every stir.
The aroma spread, warm and comforting, and for a moment they both forgot the reason they had come.
They exchanged a glance, and there was an unspoken thought between them:
This man… is unlike anyone else.
Chapter 480 – A Meal and Unspoken Words
The table was set simply, yet everything on it radiated warmth. Dishes of golden rice, seared meat glazed with honey and herbs, roasted vegetables drizzled with olive oil, and freshly baked bread filled the long table with a rich, homey aroma.
Alex carried the plates over himself, one after another, until everything was ready. He did not ask for help, and Aphrodite, Athena, and Artemis simply watched him work, the quiet focus in his movements oddly soothing.
"Eat," he said when he finally sat down.
Aphrodite needed no further encouragement. She leaned forward with an eager smile, picking up her fork immediately. "Mmm. As perfect as always," she murmured after the first bite, closing her eyes for a moment as the flavors melted in her mouth.
Athena and Artemis exchanged another glance before lifting their utensils. The first bite was cautious—both sisters had eaten meals made by the best chefs of Olympus countless times. They thought they knew what to expect.
But the moment the food touched their tongues, both of them paused.
The rice was tender yet fragrant, every grain carrying a faint sweetness from the honey glaze. The meat was perfectly cooked, rich and juicy, balanced by the freshness of the vegetables. There was nothing overly complicated, yet every part came together with precision and care, as if each bite had been prepared just for them.
"…It's…" Artemis began, but she stopped, realizing she couldn't find the right word.
"Balanced," Athena said softly. She looked down at the plate as if surprised. "It's… peaceful."
"Peaceful?" Aphrodite echoed, smiling with pride as she cut another piece of meat. "That's a good word. That's what it feels like every time."
Artemis took another slow bite, then another. The more she ate, the more something warm spread through her chest, as though the meal itself calmed her restless thoughts.
They ate in silence for a while, broken only by the faint sound of utensils against plates.
When the plates were half empty, Alex finally spoke, his tone as calm as ever.
"You came to talk," he said, looking up at them. "What did you want to say?"
Athena hesitated, resting her fork gently on the table. Artemis followed suit, folding her hands together, unsure of how to begin.
Finally, Athena exhaled slowly. "We… wanted to thank you. For earlier. And to speak honestly about what happened."
Artemis glanced at her sister, then nodded. "It's not something we say often, but you deserve it. You could have done anything, and instead… you chose to respect us."
Her light blue eyes met his, steady now. "It left an impression neither of us can ignore."
The room was quiet, the tension subtle but real. Aphrodite smiled softly and said nothing, content to watch as her sisters-in-divinity tried to put into words the feelings they had only just begun to understand.
The room was quiet except for the faint sound of the breeze against the tall windows. Athena and Artemis had been staring at their plates, as if the words they wanted to say were caught in their throats. Then, slowly, Athena raised her head, her clear blue eyes locking onto Alex.
"I…" she began, hesitated, then said it in a low but steady voice. "I think I've fallen for you, Alex. I want to be your lover."
Artemis's fingers tightened around her fork. Her silver hair brushed forward to hide part of her face as she added, just as shyly, "Me too… I feel the same. I… want that as well."
Both of them looked almost out of place as they said it—two proud goddesses, always so composed, suddenly speaking like flustered girls.
Aphrodite glanced between them and Alex with a soft, curious smile, but she said nothing.
Alex put his fork down quietly and looked at them for a long moment. Then, without a word, he reached across the table and gently took one of their hands in each of his. His hands were warm, steady.
"I know these feelings are sincere right now," he said calmly, his gaze holding theirs, "but this happened only yesterday. It's too sudden."
Their breath caught.
"You've only had a day to feel this," Alex continued. "Everything that happened, the emotions, the tension—it can confuse you. Before you decide something that affects your future, I want you to be sure that this isn't just the heat of the moment."
Athena's lips parted, stunned. Artemis blinked, her heartbeat ringing in her ears.
"I want you to calm down first," Alex said softly. "Think carefully. Decide for yourselves what you truly feel. If, after time, those feelings remain, I'll respect them. But I won't take advantage of you while you're uncertain."
There was silence. The kind that pressed against the heart.
Both sisters had been prepared, somewhere deep down, for him to say yes immediately, to accept them as new lovers into his harem. They had expected it, even feared it—and yet, the exact opposite came.
He was giving them space. Time. Respect.
Artemis swallowed, the lump in her throat heavy. She whispered, "You… you would wait for us?"
"Yes," Alex said. "Because this is about your choice. Not mine."
Athena felt her chest tighten painfully, her golden lashes lowering as her voice came out quieter than she intended. "You really are… nothing like anyone else."
In that moment, both of them realized something terrifyingly simple: instead of making their feelings fade, his sincerity had made them fall even harder.
They couldn't look away from him.
After that moment, the tension in the room melted into something quieter, gentler. None of them pushed the subject further. Instead, the three of them returned to their plates. The clinking of utensils against dishes filled the room for a while as they ate in companionable silence.
It was Aphrodite who eventually broke the quiet, her voice light. "Since we're all sitting here together, why don't we talk about something simple? What's everyone's favorite food?"
Artemis blinked, caught off guard by the casual question. "Favorite food…? I've never really thought about it," she admitted, tapping her fork against her lips. "I like fresh fruit. Things that come from the forest."
Athena smiled faintly. "And I prefer bread, cheese, and olives. Things that are simple but give me energy to think. I've always liked meals that are plain but balanced."
Aphrodite turned her eyes toward Alex, curious. "And you?"
Alex shook his head slightly, as if the answer was obvious. "I don't have a favorite food."
That made Artemis look at him with surprise. "None?"
"None," he said. "I just like making food that other people enjoy eating."
Athena tilted her head slightly. "Then what about favorite colors? Surely you have at least that."
Alex paused for a moment, then replied evenly, "Black and blue."
"Black and blue…" Artemis repeated softly, as if memorizing the words.
Aphrodite laughed gently. "That suits you."
The conversation stayed there, simple and normal. They spoke of forests and books, of flowers and recipes, until the plates were empty and the sun was starting to lower in the sky.
When it was time to leave, Athena and Artemis stood. They looked at him one last time before walking to the door, and in their eyes was something unspoken—gratitude, respect, and an affection that had only grown deeper in those few hours.
As the doors closed behind them, their hearts beat faster than ever.
Neither of them had expected that a single meal, and a single man, could change them so much in such a short time.
And yet, as they walked back through the golden halls of Olympus, they both knew that their feelings for Alex had only sunk deeper.