Under the crimson twilight sky, the school rooftop became a stage for Ren and Rita's wild passion.
They began with Viparita Karani—an inverted position where Rita stood on her hands, legs raised high, while Ren supported her hips from behind, thrusting with a rhythm that defied the balance of gravity.
Their breaths collided, hot and hurried, as the night wind swept across their sweaty skin. Each of Ren's thrusts made Rita let out a soft cry, her voice drowned out by the pounding of their hearts.
Without a pause, they moved on to Samdamsha—a position demanding extraordinary flexibility, where Rita wrapped her legs around Ren's neck while her body hung from the edge of the fire escape, supported only by the iron railing and Ren's grip on her waist.
Ren bore the full weight of Rita's body, while he enjoyed every deep movement, exploiting gravity for pleasure. Rita screamed, not just from pain, but from an ecstasy that shattered the limits of her consciousness.
Lastly, they attempted Vyansitaka—the most extreme position in the Kamasutra, where Rita sat on top of Ren who was lying on his back, her legs raised high and folded behind her head, while Ren pulled her hips with the strength of a wild beast.
Their movements were synchronized yet brutal, like two swords clashing in a deadly duel. Rita cried, not out of sadness, but because her body could no longer withstand the waves upon waves of pleasure that hammered her nerves. Ren gripped her hips tightly, clawing, pinching, then pulling her hair back.
"Haah... Haah... Haah..."
Rita lay weakly on the school rooftop's cement ground, her breath ragged like an engine running out of fuel.
Fiery red handprints were stamped on her buttocks, her neck was bruised from a too-tight choke, and her hair was matted, covering a face wet with sweat and tears. Her school uniform was still on, but it was torn at the sleeves, the top button was undone, and her skirt was haphazardly folded.
Meanwhile, Ren was already standing, calmly putting on his pants and tightening his belt.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, his blood felt like it was surging. An unconscious fighting spirit burned within him, rapidly accelerating his blood circulation. The desire to fight ignited so strongly, and a power far beyond adrenaline exploded from within his body.
In an instant, his physical condition adjusted to a state of full power—even surpassing his usual peak performance.
This is the nature of a Campione: when facing danger or a powerful enemy, their body and soul instinctively enter an optimal battle condition. Unlike humans who need routine training, a Campione only needs a sufficient threat to awaken their full potential, no matter how long they have been inactive.
"This reaction... Is there a Heretic God nearby?"
Ren ignored Rita who was still lying weakly and had not yet recovered. All his senses were on high alert, scanning the surroundings. Then, his gaze fell upon the source of his fighting impulse.
Standing gracefully on the rooftop's safety railing was a small silver-haired girl. She looked no older than twelve or thirteen, with an extremely petite body and a face like a porcelain doll.
However, from her small body radiated an aura of power so immense that it even surpassed the aura of a typical Heretic God that Ren had faced before.
"Athena? It turns out you're the one who came."
The small girl, who was in fact Athena, one of the Twelve Olympians, smiled faintly.
"As expected from the Rakshasa King. You're quite perceptive. Even though my appearance isn't my true form, you can guess my identity with just one look. Perhaps it's related to your Divine Authority?"
"Who knows~ I have no obligation to satisfy your curiosity." Ren shrugged and answered casually, a faint smile on his lips as he looked at her.
"That makes sense. It seems I've come at a bad time."
Athena glanced at Rita's condition, who was still sprawled out weakly and shamefully beside Ren. However, not a hint of shame was visible on her beautiful face.
For Athena, who came from the Greek Pantheon, sexual activity was not a taboo, let alone something to be ashamed of. After all, the love lives of the gods and goddesses on Olympus were famously chaotic.
Take for example Zeus, who was known for being indiscriminate in his lust. He slept with anyone, whether a virgin, a married woman, a blood relative, and even changed his form to seduce animals. His principle was simple: as long as there was an opening, almost nothing could escape his vile lust.
"No, your timing is quite good. Our sex session is over. By the way, Athena, you didn't just come to see me to comment on my sex life, did you? Or do you perhaps want to fight me in this state?"
"Unfortunately, your condition is incomplete. What I want is to fight a Heretic God at full power. A weak Heretic God, even if killed, won't be acknowledged by the Circle of Usurpation."
Ren shifted his gaze away from her petite figure, losing interest quickly. After all, he was not a pedophile. If the one who came was Athena's adult form, a goddess with deadly curves, perhaps his lust would have been re-ignited.
"Ho~ I can't pretend I didn't hear what you just said, as if you could defeat me in my complete form. As the Goddess of Victory and Wisdom, it is the greatest insult to be looked down upon by my archenemy."
Athena narrowed her eyes. A dangerous light gleamed in her pupils.
A deadly aura suddenly spread from her small body, gushing out like an invisible wave.
Everyone within the area of Ohananomitsu High School, whether teachers or students, suddenly shivered violently at the same time. It was as if a primeval predator had awakened from its long slumber and was lurking from behind the shadows.
"That's called confidence." Ren replied, remaining calm, not the slightest bit bothered by the pressure of Athena's aura. "If you don't like it, come back another time and fight me. Remember, I'm not the one challenging, you are."
"..."
Athena was silent for a moment, stunned by Ren's arrogant words. However, she knew now was not the right time to fight. Slowly, she withdrew her terrifying aura.
The atmosphere at the school returned to normal, although traces of fear still lingered in the hearts of many people.
"I will return." Athena threatened, her voice shaking coldly. "That day will be the day of your death."
Instantly, her figure vanished from where she stood. Athena had to immediately retrieve the Gorgon Stone, which was the main reason for her coming to Japan. Only then could she face Ren in her best condition and prove which of them deserved to be called the true winner.