The moment Azel's vision cleared, he blinked rapidly, almost convinced the system had thrown him into a dream.
The goddess was there, but not dressed in the flowing divine garbs of yesterday.
No — what she wore could barely be called clothing.
A bikini.
Though it was not like a regular bikini at all.
The fabric clung to her curves like a lover's caress, thin strands of cloth doing the impossible task of covering what could hardly be covered.
Her breasts threatened to spill from the flimsy cups, the swell of soft flesh rising and falling with each breath.
Her hips curved out in perfect symmetry, leading down to long, sculpted legs that shimmered faintly with divine light.
Azel froze.
He had thought he glimpsed her beauty before through her dress, but this — this was something else.
This was truly the splendor of a goddess.
His throat went dry, and his eyes betrayed him, running shamelessly down her figure until they landed on the perfect roundness of her ass.
