Lately, the River Styx seemed to be experiencing signs of flooding.
What used to be a calm river surface had become turbulent, waves crashing rhythmically against both banks.
This strange phenomenon piqued the curiosity of many beings within the Underworld.
Could the River of the Dead have its own tides? Could it actually flood?
If so, they probably needed to start paying attention to the rhythm of the river—lest they get swept away to its depths without warning.
Eventually, through the meticulous observation of a certain unnamed Sleep Goddess, a basic pattern began to emerge.
The exact time of the waves' onset was unpredictable—technically, it could happen anytime.
But once the waves began, they usually lasted for at least one or two hours before briefly calming for a few minutes.
However, this moment of calm was not a sign of safety.
In fact, it was the prelude to another powerful surge, a tidal wave that would crash down moments later.
The Sleep Goddess admitted that she'd never seen waves this massive or a river swell this violently.
It was a true eye-opener for her, like stepping into a whole new world.
As for a certain wave-riding challenger who tumbled through the surges, his stamina was nothing short of astounding.
After all, surfing those tides was an exhausting feat.
Yet this challenger had been battling the River Styx for half a month straight without rest.
"He might actually be able to conquer the River Styx," Hypnos remarked.
Perched on the roof of Styx's palace, Hypnos counted days on her fingers, bored out of her mind.
"How many days has it been now?"
At first, seeing Eros and Styx get involved had thrilled her.
This gossip was top-tier. For once, she wasn't just peeking into someone's dreams—she was watching the real thing unfold in front of her eyes.
And the fact that it was the Goddess of Oaths, of all people, personally bending the rules? That made it even more delicious.
Styx was an old acquaintance of hers.
After all, when Nyx divided the Underworld's rivers, she'd needed Oceanus's help.
Technically speaking, Styx's seniority in the Underworld even surpassed Hypnos's.
Eating gossip about an old friend? Way more exciting than random strangers.
At first, she'd assumed Eros would finish quickly—or get overwhelmed by Styx and retreat with his tail between his legs. She'd even planned to mock him if he failed.
In her experience, male demigods were usually far less capable than females in this regard.
But based on how things were going now, Hypnos was starting to feel uneasy.
Eros probably only liked goddesses with bodies like that, right?
She thought back to the similarities between Styx and Adonis, then looked down at herself and sighed with relief.
She was definitely not a vast and expansive River Styx—there was no way she could handle Eros's "style."
Just as she was wondering how much longer it would take, the waves suddenly surged and spat Eros out onto the riverbank.
"You bastard!"
The river swelled and formed into Styx's figure, who flung Pallas's divine essence at Eros in a mix of shame and anger.
She had finally worked up the courage to cross a line with Eros—only for him to come up with creative new ways to humiliate her.
It was bad enough that she had to hold Pallas's divine essence in her mouth. But then he took advantage of her hazy state and shoved it somewhere else.
She had been too foggy to resist at the time, but now that she remembered clearly, she was furious.
And he'd even claimed her silence meant consent? That's not how this works!
That divine essence—how had it turned into some kind of plaything?
"Hey, don't throw that around!" Eros caught Pallas's divinity. The thing was still pristine.
Despite being soaked in the goddess's body for so long, it remained completely unaffected. As expected, divine essence was truly immortal.
Still, Styx's strength was astounding. She was nothing like those porcelain goddesses on the ocean, nor even comparable to Amphitrite.
Of course, Eros was referring strictly to her power, not anything else.
Definitely not any "earth-absorbing" abilities or anything strange like that.
But it did raise the question—how old was Styx exactly? She was Oceanus's eldest daughter, and had been there when the Underworld's first river was formed...
Ahem. Best not to dwell on that.
It did serve as a warning for Eros though. Just because he could go all-out like Superman didn't mean he was invincible.
Sometimes, you simply couldn't outpace the other side's endurance. If that happened, defeat was inevitable.
Luckily, this time, he managed to hold out.
Still, better to be cautious in the future—especially around older goddesses.
"Why do I get the feeling you're thinking something very rude right now?"
The river's water shimmered and formed a translucent veil that draped over Styx's figure.
Her pallor, once dulled by the Underworld's environment, now gleamed with renewed vitality after weeks of turbulent indulgence.
The unrestrained fullness of her form pressed heavily beneath the sheer fabric. Even the semi-transparent veil couldn't hide the dazzling colors underneath.
Her expression still carried remnants of embarrassment and anger, but she was no longer as flustered as before.
There it was—that stately grace. Wives really were built different.
"How could I? I'm just feeling bad for you, Sister."
Eros took Styx's delicate hand, and his words made her cheeks flush.
"Feeling bad for me? We were just having fun. Don't overthink it."
Despite her words, she made no effort to pull her hand away.
In fact, she even allowed Eros to trace his fingers slowly up her smooth arm…
"Wait a second!"
Just as things were spiraling into another unholy mess, Styx suddenly interrupted.
"I almost forgot something important."
She stared at Eros with grave seriousness, both hands placed firmly on his shoulders—as if she was worried he might run away.
"If you ever go to Mount Olympus, you are absolutely forbidden from messing with Nike and her sisters."
"I don't care about the other goddesses. But you are not allowed to lay a finger on my daughters!"
Her expression darkened immediately. Based on Eros's past comments and personality, she could already see it happening.
If he ever set foot on Olympus, her daughters wouldn't stand a chance.
She could tolerate her own loneliness and indulge in a little recklessness with a scoundrel like him.
But her daughters? They still had bright futures, full of potential and divine lives ahead of them. They couldn't be ruined by Eros's antics.
It wasn't that she didn't want to share a good thing with her daughters… but this "good thing" was way too hard to control.
She feared her innocent daughters would be wrapped around Eros's finger, used and discarded without getting anything in return.
She was already old enough not to care. As long as she had her fun, it was worth it.
Besides, she was in the Underworld, not Olympus. Zeus wouldn't see anything.
Her daughters, on the other hand, were right under Zeus's nose. If they got involved with Eros, who knew what kind of punishment might follow?
With all that in mind, Styx felt it was necessary to inject Eros with a dose of reality.
"Sister is always available for you. You can come find me whenever you want."
After the stern warning, she suddenly softened again, placing Eros's hand somewhere it definitely didn't belong.
"But Nike and the others are off-limits. They're still too young, you understand?"
Eros's mind was fully consumed by the soft warmth in his palm. He nodded eagerly, without hesitation.
"Of course. Sister treats me so well. How could I ever think of doing anything to them?"
I wouldn't make the first move ≠ they won't make a move on me.
Eros had already left himself plenty of escape routes. After all, he was a master at slipping through loopholes and digging tunnels.
"That's good, then."
Styx didn't entirely believe him, but just getting a promise out of Eros was satisfying enough.
"In that case, let Sister reward you again."
Styx stepped forward and pressed her body against Eros, her warm breath brushing his cheek. The misty veil slipped off her shoulders, falling to the ground and revealing her full, round breasts. They bounced slightly as she moved, her nipples already stiff with heat.
Eros ran his hands along her waist and up to her chest, grabbing her breasts gently at first, then tighter. Styx moaned softly and leaned into him, her skin hot against his lips as he kissed down her neck and across her chest. His mouth finally closed around one of her nipples, sucking slowly, making her gasp and hold his head close.
"Don't mess around..." she whispered, trembling.
But teasing was exactly what Eros enjoyed.
He knelt in front of her, his hands trailing down her soft, curvy hips until they reached her thighs, smooth and shaking. She opened her legs just enough, and the scent of her wetness hit him like a wave. She was already dripping.
He kissed the inside of her thighs, slowly moving up, his tongue drawing lazy lines and circles. Styx could barely keep her balance. Her legs trembled harder the closer he got to her pussy.
When he finally buried his face between her legs, Styx cried out loud. Her hands grabbed his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. His tongue moved fast and deep, licking every inch, drinking in her wetness like it was the only thing that mattered.
Her thighs clamped tight around his head as she moaned louder, her whole body shaking.
But Eros wasn't done.
He stood up, still burning with desire, and picked her up in his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed her back against a nearby marble pillar. Their bodies met, tight and hot, and when he pushed into her, she screamed his name, her nails raking down his back.
They moved together, hard and fast. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her thighs locked around him. The River Styx behind them raged, water splashing like it was echoing their wild passion.
Eros kissed her neck, biting lightly as he kept thrusting, while Styx clung to him, crying out again and again, completely lost in the moment.
She wasn't just letting go, she was giving in, body and soul, to the man who had just rocked her to her very core.
And once more, the River Styx began to swell.
And then...
It was only now that Styx truly understood why fate had deemed it necessary to divide the sexes among living beings.
Goddesses were beautiful, yes, but terribly impractical.
Perhaps that was why she believed Eros would continue to cause chaos among the goddesses.
Just as the cycle was about to begin again, Hypnos dropped down from the sky and forced them apart.
"Stop!"
"I've seen this show way too many times! Aren't you two sick of it yet?!"
Her face was calm, no sign of embarrassment. It was as if she hadn't just been watching for the past two weeks straight.
Of course, Eros had already suspected this.
As a goddess of dreams, Hypnos's divine duties involved slipping into people's dreams on a whim.
She'd accumulated a ton of "theoretical knowledge" about reproduction. You could say she understood the basics.
But just the basics. Like those guys who watch too many videos online and think they know everything about women.
The serious misconceptions? Those only cleared up with hands-on experience.
As Hypnos suddenly interrupted, Eros's gaze quietly drifted to her.
More specifically, to her legs—one wrapped in black stockings, the other in white silk.
The black one was sleek and long. The white one was spotless and faintly translucent, revealing hints of pinkish skin beneath.
So, despite yelling at him, she was probably just acting tough. She clearly liked what she was seeing.
Besides, Styx had been on the menu for a while now. Time to switch flavors.
Interrupting others mid-fun came with consequences.
Shivering from the intensity of his gaze, Hypnos curled up defensively as she felt Eros's eyes sweep repeatedly over her legs.
"I'm here to remind you—someone came to visit a few days ago. They're still waiting."
"If you two don't mind, you can continue what you were doing. I won't stop you."
She surrendered way too quickly. If he wanted to claim her properly, he'd need to create the right opportunity.
Eros looked slightly disappointed, but Styx's face turned scarlet.
Someone had come? Days ago? And they were still waiting?
Then didn't that mean the entire time the river had been surging... someone had been watching?
She was doomed. Her reputation was in shambles.
Her expression grew vacant with despair.
Hypnos was gleeful on the inside. This was exactly why she hadn't told them earlier.
She was a professional when it came to watching drama unfold.
At this point, Styx could only hope that the visitor wasn't someone she knew, or worse, a gossip-happy goddess who loved sharing stories.
Otherwise, she was going to be completely and utterly humiliated.
But as soon as she saw the mischievous smirk on Hypnos's face, she knew… this story was definitely getting out.
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