Show menu NOVEL BIN5Novel I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me Chapter 18 Eating Khione (2) *I ENSLAVED THE GODDESS WHO SUMMONED MEC18 Eating Khione (2) *
Chapter 18 Eating Khione (2) *
"Haaa!❤️ HAAAAAAAAAN❤️❤️❤️!!!"
Khione's loud cry of pleasure filled the night air as she orgasmed, her body shivered and her legs closed between my hand, enclosing it.
Squirt!
At the same time, a surge of sticky, sweet nectar gushed forth from her core, drenching my fingers in her juice. It was warm and slick, coating my skin in a sheen of her arousal before spreading to cover my entire hand in a glistening layer of her desire.
As Khione's climax washed over her, her body tensed and then went limp, her icy blue eyes fluttering closed as she succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins.
"Haaaaa…"
Her breathy sigh filled the air as she drifted into unconsciousness, her legs twitching involuntarily in the aftermath of her release.
With a satisfied smirk, I withdrew my hand from her throbbing core, coated in the sticky evidence of her arousal. The sight of her juices glistening on my fingers was intoxicating, filling me with a primal hunger that demanded to be satiated.
Without hesitation, I brought my fingers to my lips, savoring the taste of Khione's essence as I licked them clean. There was something undeniably addictive about the tangy sweetness of her arousal, a flavor that left me craving more with each passing moment.
Driven by desire, I continued to lick my hand clean, relishing in the decadent sensation of Khione's lewd juices coating my tongue.
But as my gaze fell upon Khione's unconscious form, her bare breasts exposed and her delicate features softened in half slumber, I felt a surge of desire unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
Unable to resist any longer, I rose to my feet, my pants falling to the ground in a hasty motion. With a firm grip on my throbbing cock, I began to stroke myself with increasing urgency, the need for release consuming me from within.
And then, with a primal roar of ecstasy, my climax washed over me in a torrent of pleasure, my hot seed spurting forth in long, pulsating jets. It splattered across Khione's dress, staining her breasts and neck with my lustful desires.
"Oh..Khione.." I murmured as I collapsed to my knees beside her, my body trembling with the aftershocks of my release.
With one final kiss pressed to her breast, I allowed myself to slump back with a heavy sigh.
"That was so good…man…"
It had been barely two days but I was already satisfied.
I'm pretty sure she was too even though she wouldn't admit it.
It was the first she was feeling such sensations and it certainly won't be the last time.
Now, what should I do?
I looked at Khione's beautiful face and stood up.
Curse it!
I wanted to wait but I will take her tonight.
As she adjusted her dress to conceal her breasts, I effortlessly hoisted her over my shoulder and bolted through the forest. Luckily, we weren't too far and were already making our way back towards the exit.
Once clear of the woods, I made a beeline for the other side of the castle, easily leaping over the wall with Khione in tow. It was fortunate that the security measures around the wall didn't trigger when it was me carrying her, so I counted myself lucky there.
Touching down on solid ground, I stole a glance from behind a bush and spotted Aisha dozing off on a nearby bench.
Perfect.
With Khione still cradled in my arms, I crept back to my quarters with all the stealth I could muster. After securely locking the door behind me, I gently laid Khione on the bed and shed my cloak.
Grabbing a damp towel, I meticulously cleaned up any traces of our escapade from Khione's neck and breasts.
"Now, let's get started," I murmured with a smirk as I positioned Khione in the center of the bed.
Running my fingers over her body, I leaned in to softly kiss her lips.
"Hnn~" Khione responded with a slight murmur, her long, snowy lashes fluttering.
Continuing my ministrations, I trailed my hands down to her breasts, kneading and shaping them with care. Meanwhile, my lips continued their exploration, peppering kisses across her lips, cheeks, and neck as I savored her intoxicating scent.
With a smirk dancing on my lips, I descended upon Khione's tender breasts, feeling the electric anticipation crackling in the air between us. The softness of her skin beneath my lips sent a shiver down my spine as I traced delicate circles around her right nipple, eliciting a breathy sigh of pleasure from her lips. "Haa…❤️"
Cupping her breast from below, I reveled in the sensation of her warmth against my palm, relishing every moment of our intimate connection.
Her moans of ecstasy only fueled my desire as I continued to lavish attention upon her, kissing and licking every inch of her delicate flesh with fervent devotion. The taste of her skin was intoxicating, igniting a hunger within me that threatened to consume us both. When I finally took her nipple into my mouth, sucking it with a hunger that bordered on obsession, Khione's response was immediate—a soft, melodic moan that filled the room.
"Ahn~❤️"
With each passing moment, I felt myself becoming more lost in the pleasure, my senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent and taste of Khione's skin.
But I was not content to stop there. No, I wanted to explore every inch of Khione's exquisite form, to map out every curve and contour with my lips and tongue. And so, with a hunger that bordered on madness, I trailed kisses down her body, leaving a trail of fire in my wake.
My tongue traced a tantalizing path along Khione's soft stomach, savoring the way her body quivered beneath my touch. Each delicate kiss I pressed to her tummy button elicited a breathy sigh of pleasure from her lips, igniting a fierce desire within me. And as I continued my descent, my heart pounded in my chest with a rhythm that matched the thunderous beat of a drum.
Reaching out to her legs, I spread them apart with a deliberate slowness, relishing the anticipation that hung heavy in the air between us. My gaze lingered on the strapped heels adorning her feet, a detail that only served to heighten my arousal. With a smirk, I made quick work of removing them, reveling in the sight of her pure white feet and legs as they came into view.
Placing her leg on my shoulder, I took a moment to admire the exquisite beauty before me. Her legs seemed to stretch on for miles, adorned with a flawless complexion that left me utterly captivated. Kissing her left foot tenderly, I trailed a path of kisses up her leg, savoring the sweet taste of her skin until I reached her thighs.
"A..ahn…wh..what?"
It was then that Khione's eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding her gaze as she took in the scene before her. With a devilish grin, I reassured her, spreading her legs wider and asserting my dominance. "Time to eat you up, Khione," I declared, my voice dripping with desire.
"N…No not…now.." But Khione's response was one of uncertainty, her sweaty face paling slightly as she voiced her hesitation. Ignoring her protests, I held her thighs firmly in place, a hunger burning in my eyes as I brought my face closer to her dripping pussy. The sight of her love nectar already drooling out only served to fuel my desire further, and I could feel the inner lips of her sex twitching with anticipation.
"D..Don't…look…" Khione's face was bright red with shame, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she pleaded for me to avert my gaze.
I felt something snapping inside me as I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to taste her pussy for the first time. The very essence of her arousal lingered in the air, enticing me with its intoxicating scent and igniting a fire within me.
"Ahn❤️!" Khione's voice rang out, a symphony of pleasure that echoed in the confines of the room. Her attempts to close her legs were futile, as I held them firmly in place, driven by an insatiable hunger to explore every inch of her trembling form.
With each lick, I savored the sweet taste of her wetness, my tongue tracing a sinuous path of pleasure along her delicate folds. The sensation was electric, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through my veins and causing my arousal to surge to new heights.
"Ahn❤️...Ahn❤️…hnnn❤️…AHN❤️…" Khione's moans grew louder, more desperate, as she surrendered herself completely to the overwhelming pleasure of the moment. Her hands found their way into my hair, fingers tangling in the strands as she pulled me closer, urging me to delve deeper into her intoxicating embrace.
"Let's see it," with a smirk, I spread her labia, revealing her untouched hymen in all its glory.
I knew it already but the realization that Khione was indeed a virgin sent a shiver down my spine. And as her inner walls pulsed with each passing moment, releasing more nectar I chose to take the last step.
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Show menu NOVEL BIN5Novel I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me Chapter 19 Eating Khione (3) *I ENSLAVED THE GODDESS WHO SUMMONED MEC19 Eating Khione (3) *
Chapter 19 Eating Khione (3) *
I knew it already but the realization that Khione was indeed a virgin sent a shiver down my spine. And as her inner walls pulsed with each passing moment, releasing more nectar I chose to take the last step.
I wasted no time, eager to explore every inch of Khione's trembling form. With a sense of anticipation, I inserted one finger into her dripping wet hole, eliciting a loud moan from her lips as she tightened her grip on my hair.
"Aaahn!" She moaned loudly as I slowly thrust my finger in and out of her, savoring the sensation of her walls clenching around my finger. Encouraged by her response, I added another finger, relishing the way her juices coated my skin.
"W..What…is..ahn…n…no…ahn❤️!" Khione's protests were futile, her body betraying her words as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins. Her sweet nectar flowed freely, coating my fingers in her essence as I continued to finger her with increasing fervor.
"Such a lewd Goddess you are~" I couldn't help but smile at the sight of her writhing beneath me, her moans of pleasure driving me wild with desire. "Haa❤️…hann…ahn❤️ahn❤️!" But I wasn't finished yet—I had something else in mind, something that would push her pleasure to new heights.
Bringing my face closer, I aimed for the small button at the top of her pussy, her clitoris, giving it a quick lick before thrusting my tongue on it. The sensation was electrifying, causing Khione to cry out in pleasure as her body convulsed with pleasure.
"AHNNN!!❤️" And then it happened—her pussy gushed forth her juices, drenching my face in her sweet nectar as she experienced her second orgasm. It was a sight to behold, her body writhing in pleasure as she succumbed to the overwhelming sensations washing over her.
She was that sensitive, I realized, her body responding eagerly to my touch. With a satisfied smile, I licked my lips, savoring the taste of her essence once again as I observed her trembling form before me.
Her breathing was heavy, her dress opened to reveal her bountiful breasts and her legs spread wide to expose her dripping wet pussy. Her white hair splayed out on the bed behind her as her arms shook with the intensity of her pleasure.
"Time to make you mine," I declared, a surge of desire coursing through my veins as I knelt before Khione's spread legs, shedding my shirt and lowering my pants and briefs with purposeful intent. It was very late at night.
The morning training of the class will probably start in a few hours but I didn't give a shit about that.
I only wanted to fuck Khione and sleep with her.
I tore away her dress entirely, giving me a full view of her divine body.
With my rock-hard dick in hand, I coated the swollen tip with Khione's dripping nectar, relishing the intoxicating scent that filled the air. Gripping her legs firmly, I pulled her closer to me, positioning myself at the threshold of her virgin pussy.
"E..hn…w..what? Ar..e you doin…g?" Khione's voice was laced with uncertainty, her breath ragged as she gazed up at me with wide eyes.
"Taking your virginity, Khione," I replied shortly, my hands firm on her waist, guiding my cock to her entrance, rubbing a little against it.
"Hmmm❤️!" That moan of her was the last straw.
With a powerful thrust of my hips, I penetrated her with all the force tearing through her hymen effortlessly.
"AGHN!! U..Ugghnn!" Khione's expression contorted in agony as she grunted with discomfort, her body tensing against the intrusion. I was inside her pussy.
I was inside a Goddess' pussy.
I gave her a few seconds before I thrusted back my dick.
"Hn❤️! S..Stop! Stop!" Khione's pleas were accompanied by tears streaming down her cheeks, her cries echoing in the air as she begged for respite from the overwhelming sensation of pain and pleasure that consumed her.
Despite her divine status, Khione's virginity was a sacred aspect of her being, and the agony of its loss weighed heavily upon her. But I was unmoved by her distress, driven by my own desires to claim her as my own.
"Don't worry, you will moan soon!" I retorted, my smirk betraying the predatory hunger that burned within me as I continued to thrust into her.
"N..No! Haaa…❤️ Haaaaan❤️! Haaaan❤️!!!" "See?" I chuckled, my laughter mingling with her cries as I reveled in the power of my dominance over her.
Khione's grip on the sheets tightened as her body shook with the intensity of her pleasure, her moans growing louder with each thrust of my hips. Her pussy clenched around me with a voracious hunger that threatened to consume me whole, driving me to the brink of ecstasy.
"You are so fucking tight!" I groaned, as I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure of her embrace.
With every ounce of strength I possessed, I thrust into her with increasing fervor, my hips pounding against hers in a relentless rhythm that drove us both to the edge of sanity.
I was barely able to hold back.
I was exhausted after the last day.
But I refused to yield now.
I grabbed her hips with both hands as anchors and thrusted my waists faster and faster.
"AHNN❤️! AHNN❤️! AHNNNNN…S..SOMETHING! S..SSTOPP…AHN!"
Khione's eyes widened in terror as she felt her body tensing up, a sense of dread washing over her as an unknown feeling gripped her body in its icy embrace. But still, she could not resist the overwhelming tide of pleasure that threatened to consume her completely. I didn't pay any heed first because I didn't care and second because I was too busy to hold back but it was freaking difficult when she was moaning like that.
I can feel it.
I thrust my waist with all the strength I could muster.
"S..STOOOPP!! AHN❤️❤️!" Khione's desperate cries filled the air, her body writhing beneath me as I plunged deeper into her with each powerful thrust.
"C..Cummmin!!!" I groaned, my voice raw with ecstasy as I felt the familiar tightening in my loins, the impending release of my climax drawing near.
With one final, forceful thrust, I buried myself deep within her, my cock driving past the last remnants of her hymen as my hot seed spilled forth in a torrent of ecstasy.
"HYAAAAA!!! HAAAA❤️❤️❤️!!!" Khione's body convulsed beneath me, her cries of pleasure mingling with the raw intensity of her climax as she surrendered herself to the overwhelming tide of sensation.
"F..Fuck…" I muttered, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I collapsed on her, the aftermath of our passion leaving us both spent and exhausted.
Her climax seemed to stretch on for an eternity, the blissful haze of pleasure enveloping us both as we lay entwined in the aftermath of our passion.
As I pulled out my cock, a mixture of my semen, her nectar, and blood poured forth from her pussy.
Exhausted but content, I forced a tired smile as I pressed my lips to her moisten lips dripping with saliva.
With a sigh of satisfaction, I slumped beside her.
Tomorrow, I would take a shower and face the world anew. But for now, in this moment of blissful oblivion, I knew that I had found true fulfillment with Khione—a memory that would forever linger as the pinnacle of pleasure in my life.
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Show menu NOVEL BIN5Novel I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me Chapter 20 A Tiring Waking UpI ENSLAVED THE GODDESS WHO SUMMONED MEC20 A Tiring Waking Up
Chapter 20 A Tiring Waking Up
Knock knock!
"Lord Hero!"
The sound of the door being rapped upon echoed through the room, accompanied by the urgent voice of a girl waiting outside.
But I was too exhausted to muster a response.
Desperately, I tried to muffle the noise by burying my head beneath a cushion, but the persistent knocking persisted, undeterred by my feeble attempts to block it out.
Knock knock!
"Hero Nathan!"
With a heavy sigh, I reluctantly turned over in bed, my weary eyes barely able to focus on the source of the disturbance.
"What?" I grumbled, my voice thick with exhaustion as I addressed the intruder.
"The Morning training started two hours ago…you are late," she informed me.
The mere mention of the morning training was enough to elicit a groan of frustration from me. I had already grown weary of that shit, despite it being only the second day.
"Yeah," I muttered dismissively, hoping to expedite her departure.
As I stretched my hand out to my left, my fingers brushed against the soft fabric of the sheet, a tangible reminder of the events that had transpired in the darkness of the night.
Turning my gaze to the side, I saw Khione lying beside me, her form shrouded in the sheets, her blue eyes fixed pensively on the ceiling above.
I couldn't help but wonder how long she had been awake, lost in her own thoughts.
With a resigned sigh, I pushed myself up from the bed and made my way to the window, throwing it open in an attempt to dispel the lingering scent of sex and sweat that hung heavy in the air.
"Good morning, Khione," I greeted her, though her attention remained fixed elsewhere.
"I was pretty sure you would have already woken up and left," I added.
"You have committed an irreparable sin, Human," Khione muttered, her voice laced with a mixture of anger and resignation.
"Sin? I would say it was more like a blessing. I mean, it's not every day you get to experience the pleasure of deflowering a virgin Goddess," I retorted, a chuckle escaping my lips as I moved to open the other windows in the room.
"Call it whatever you want. But what you've done cannot be undone. You will have to answer and face the consequences. Your death is just a question of days now," Khione replied, her tone heavy with solemnity as she shifted her body, a faint groan escaping her lips as she settled against the headboard of the bed.
"Just a question of days? Well, in that case, it seems we both have limited time left," I remarked, a note of nonchalance in my voice. After all, if I were to die, so too would Khione, thanks to the seal that bound us together.
"Yes…" Khione replied, her voice tinged with resignation, though there was a distinct lack of fear or despair in her demeanor.
As I pondered the implications of our impending supposed death, I couldn't help but marvel at the strange sense of confidence that had taken hold of me since the moment I had managed to enslave a Goddess. It was as if a dormant power had been awakened within me, filling me with an unwavering belief in my own abilities, even in the face of imminent danger.
"Well, until your Gods arrive, I'll make sure to please you and myself. As I approached her, I smiled and said, "At least we'll die satisfied."
"You!" Khione's glare intensified, her disbelief evident in her wide-eyed expression as she struggled to find words to convey her incredulity at my casual attitude.
"Come now," I said, extending my hand toward Khione. "We should take a shower and attend to our respective duties."
"I... can do it myself, in my roo...haa!" Khione began to protest, but before she could finish her sentence, I pulled her arm and lifted her into my arms.
As I held her, I couldn't help but marvel at the softness of her thighs and the curves of her side breasts. Truly, she possessed the body of a Goddess.
My mind wandered back to the events of the previous night, and I couldn't shake the feeling of disbelief that I had been fortunate enough to share such intimate moments with her.
As we made our way to the bathroom, I kept my gaze fixed on her perfect form marveled by it.
Upon entering the bathroom, I bypassed the tub in favor of the shower area, where I guided Khione to sit on one of the nearby stools.
"Wha..t are you going to do..?" Khione was apprehensive as she covered her breast and pussy.
I couldn't help but laugh at her gesture, it was cute though.
"Don't you think it's a bit late for that? I have seen and licked both parts you are hiding now," I said.
Khione glared as her cheeks flushed a little.
With the shower head in hand, I adjusted the temperature to a soothing warmth before directing the gentle stream of water over Khione's delicate form. At first, she flinched slightly at the sensation of the warm water cascading over her hair and skin, but soon she relaxed, allowing the gentle flow to cleanse away the remnants of the night.
As I settled the shower to our liking, I moved to crouch in front of Khione, seeking her gaze. However, she averted her face, unwilling to meet my eyes.
"Look at me," I insisted, gently but firmly brushing her wet white locks aside. When she continued to avoid my gaze, I reached out, cupping her chin and guiding her blue eyes to meet mine.
"You are mine, Khione," I asserted with a serious tone, watching as the slave crest reluctantly appeared on her chest.
Khione let out a soft groan in response, her expression conflicted.
Drawing closer, I pressed my lips to hers in a tender kiss, feeling her respond with a soft hum of pleasure.
"Mmmm~"
"Open your mouth," I whispered against her lips, taking the body wash and lathering my hand with it before trailing my fingers along her thigh.
"Haa❤️" With a slight moan, Khione complied, parting her lips as I delved into her mouth with my tongue, initiating a deep and passionate kiss.
"Hmm~~glurrp~~~sluurrrp~~~" The sounds of our fervent kiss filled the air, mingling with the gentle splashing of water as I continued to explore her mouth, savoring the taste of her on my lips.
The lewd sounds of our deep kiss reverberated through the steam-filled bathroom as I eagerly explored Khione's mouth, savoring every taste and texture. With one hand engaged in our passionate embrace, my other hand drifted down to where Khione's pussy awaited my touch.
Gently, I applied soap to my fingers, ensuring they were slick and ready to provide her with the utmost care and attention. Despite her initial resistance, Khione's legs involuntarily closed, but I persisted, guiding my hand between her thighs.
"S..Stop…hnn~~....we…have t..to go.." Khione's protest was met with a gentle shushing from me as I silenced her with a kiss.
"I am cleaning your pussy, so stay still, okay?" I instructed, my voice laced with authority.
"Y..yes…hmm❤️" Khione's compliance was evident as she yielded to my touch.
With a smirk, I eased a finger into her warm, wet pussy, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. Skillfully, I maneuvered my finger, using it to cleanse her delicate folds with tender care.
"Ahmn~❤️…no…" Khione's protests were met with a playful nip at her lower lip, followed by a soothing lick from my tongue.
The sensual cleansing continued for several minutes, during which Khione's body responded eagerly to my ministrations. Eventually, I allowed her to continue washing herself while I tended to my own cleanliness, mindful of the time we had already spent indulging in our intimate moment as we were already late.
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Show menu NOVEL BIN5Novel I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me Chapter 21 A Month LaterI ENSLAVED THE GODDESS WHO SUMMONED MEC21 A Month Later
Chapter 21 A Month Later
"A month has whisked by since our valiant Heroes were called forth. How fare their progress?" the Emperor of the illustrious Empire of Light asked, his regal form settled upon the throne like a sovereign oak.
"Their strides are nothing short of remarkable, Your Majesty. They exceed our loftiest expectations, eclipsing even our most optimistic projections," replied Oscar, the Commander entrusted with the stewardship of the Heroes' development.
Though barely breaching the threshold of his thirties, Oscar possessed a rare blend of talent and charisma, earning him the esteemed role of overseeing the Heroes' ascent.
But he wasn't alone in his assessment.
"Certainly, I concur," affirmed Cecilia with a sage nod.
"And who among them stands out as the most in terms of prowess?" queried Emperor Philip.
"Hero Jason undoubtedly emerges as the pinnacle of strength and skill. He has vanquished formidable beasts and dispatched mighty demons with aplomb. Following closely behind are Hero Sienna, Hero Aiden, and Hero Gwen. Siara Parker, Aisha Miura, and Courtney Turner also exhibit considerable prowess, with their teacher, Sarah, displaying formidable defensive capabilities," elucidated Oscar, drawing from the wealth of insights gleaned during the past month's rigorous training.
"A heartening revelation indeed," remarked the Emperor, his countenance suffused with satisfaction. The burgeoning strength of the Heroes augured well for their impending confrontation with the Demon King.
"Truly, they seem to be blessed by the divine," chimed in the Empress, her voice brimming with delight.
"Father, I believe he is a remarkable man," Adelia responded, her smile imbued with warmth. "Strong, kind, and utterly dependable."
With a nod of agreement, the Emperor's smile widened. "Thus, we must ensure the continuity of our realm's prosperity, whether by their hand or otherwise. Adelia."
"Yes, Father?" responded Princess Adelia, her visage radiant with grace.
"What are your impressions of Hero Jason?" the Emperor asked, turning his attention to his daughter.
"Father, I believe he is a remarkable man," Adelia responded, her smile imbued with warmth. "Strong, kind, and utterly dependable."
"Excellent. I intend to arrange a betrothal between you and him. Your offspring shall be the future stewards of our Empire. The union of our lineage with that of a Hero can only usher in an era of prosperity for our realm," declared the Emperor with conviction.
Adelia's acquiescence was swift and serene. "If it is your wish, Father," she replied, her demeanor betraying no hint of reluctance. In truth, she harbored no reservations; the notion of an alliance with Jason had seemed an inevitability from the outset. Ever since her father had first urged her to forge a connection with him, she had discerned his intentions. It was not merely a matter of personal preference, but also her duty as a Princess to comply.
"Have you made progress in your rapport with the Hero? What is your assessment of his likely response?" inquired Philip, his tone expectant.
"Undoubtedly, Father. Hero Jason holds me in high regard," affirmed Adelia without hesitation. Indeed, Jason's fondness for her had been palpable, evident in the lingering glances he cast her way. She had noticed his weird gazes drifting occasionally to her bosom, yet she chose to feign ignorance. Convincing herself of his affections was effortless; she was certain he would readily accept the proposal, perhaps citing his obligation to his classmates as justification.
"Wait, Father! What about me?!" The sudden intrusion of Prince Geoffrey disrupted the solemnity of the hall. "I am the Crown Prince! Shouldn't my progeny be next in line for the throne?"
"Calm yourself, Geoffrey," admonished the Emperor, his voice steady yet tinged with resolve. "Indeed, you bear the title of Crown Prince. However, thus far, you have yet to secure an alliance with any formidable female Heroes from the opposing faction. Meanwhile, your sister Adelia stands poised to bear offspring with Hero Jason, the most formidable among them."
While Prince Geoffrey was slated to ascend the throne next, Emperor Philip was steadfast in his determination to ensure the next generation boasted a lineage imbued with the robust blood of Heroes like Jason. Yet, despite Geoffrey's undeniable charm and handsome visage, his efforts to court the likes of Sienna, Siara, Gwen, and Aisha, the most formidable female Heroes, had thus far met with frustration. Whether due to their steadfast resolve or existing affections, the task remained elusive for him.
"I... I will succeed in winning one of them over, just you wait!" declared Geoffrey, his departure punctuated by an air of indignation.
An awkward silence settled over the hall until the Empress gently broke it. "Oscar, are you planning to take them into the forest again today?"
"Yes, Your Highness. We intend to venture deeper this time, given their considerable progress," affirmed Oscar. However, a shadow crossed his countenance, betraying a hint of concern.
"What troubles you, Oscar? Speak your mind," commanded Philip, his brow furrowing with concern.
"It pertains to a certain Hero, Your Majesty. Hero Nathan," began Oscar, his tone tinged with exasperation. "For the past month, he has shown little inclination to participate in our morning training sessions. When he does grace us with his presence, he arrives tardily and displays minimal effort. His lack of focus is evident, and he frequently embroils himself in altercations, necessitating intervention from myself, Cecilia, or his fellow Heroes."
Oscar's words trailed off, with anger. Though he harbored disdain for Nathan's disrespectful demeanor, he found himself powerless to remedy the situation without tarnishing his own reputation.
"Is this indeed the case, Cecilia?" Asked the Emperor, turning his attention to Cecilia, who shared responsibility for the Heroes' training.
Cecilia nodded, her expression a mix of puzzlement and concern. "Yes, Your Majesty, but there's something about him... he doesn't seem malicious."
Though initially put off by Nathan's arrogance regarding his status, Cecilia couldn't help but notice his surprisingly amiable demeanor towards her. Despite his occasional flirtations, he never crossed any boundaries, leaving her to wonder if there might be an underlying issue, perhaps an illness, given his perpetual drowsiness.
"I've attempted to address his behavior respectfully, considering his status as a Hero. However, his disregard for authority, even toward the Empire itself, is troubling. It could pose a danger in the future. I've refrained from taking drastic measures thus far, as per Amelia Carter's request that her students not be coerced into combat. But..." Oscar's voice trailed off, his frustration evident as he carefully embellished the truth, painting Nathan as a potential threat to the Empire should he fall into the wrong hands.
The Emperor's brow furrowed at the implication of a Hero betraying their homeland. Such a scenario was not unheard of; Khione still vividly remembered the repercussions of such a mistake.
Despite Nathan's apparent lack of prowess, his lineage as a Hero rendered him a potential liability.
"There is nothing to worry about." A beautiful voice rang.
As if on cue, the doors of the throne hall swung open once more, revealing a woman of unparalleled beauty: Khione.
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Show menu NOVEL BIN5Novel I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me Chapter 22 Courtney After A Month (1)I ENSLAVED THE GODDESS WHO SUMMONED MEC22 Courtney After A Month (1)
Chapter 22 Courtney After A Month (1)
"There is nothing to worry about."
"Goddess Khione," greeted the Emperor and Empress in unison, rising from their thrones as a mark of reverence upon Khione's entrance.
"As I have stated before, there is no cause for concern regarding Hero Nathan," Khione reiterated, her voice carrying the weight of authority.
"But Goddess Khione, despite the King's and your benevolence, he continues to flout our values," interjected Oscar, his frustration palpable.
"I concur, Goddess Khione. I have personally witnessed his disrespectful conduct on multiple occasions," added Samuel, Khione's loyal bodyguard. "He even had the audacity to address you directly and impertinently inquire about your whereabouts."
Samuel's distaste for Nathan was evident, and he struggled to comprehend Khione's apparent leniency towards him. For someone who could be ruthless in her judgments, Nathan's transgressions seemed deserving of retribution. Yet, Khione remained reticent, seemingly unmoved by his disrespectful behavior.
"Despite his actions, he remains a chosen Hero. As per the agreement with Amelia Carter, he is entitled to protection and exempt from mandatory combat," Khione reminded them, her gaze piercing. "And it is true, isn't it, Oscar? You have confirmed his lack of progress and weakness."
"Yes, indeed! He is unequivocally the weakest among them, often sequestering himself in the library or his quarters," Oscar affirmed.
"Then let him be," decreed Khione, her tone indifferent. "The last thing we need is to undermine the trust of our Heroes. Allow him his freedom. We have no need of him, after all."
Khione's words masked a deeper concern; she understood the precariousness of Nathan's situation. To cast him out or worse, condemn him, would only expose him to grave danger beyond the capital's walls, endangering not only his life but hers as well.
"As you wish, Goddess Khione," the Emperor fortunately nodded. He couldn't just refuse a Goddess' words easily even though truthfully he wanted to get rid of nuisances like Nathan but rather he had better plans to get rid of Nathan and even the Goddess could only accept it. Khione didn't miss the Empress' sigh of relief.
"Are the preparations ready for this training trip?" Khione asked Cecilia.
"Yes, lady Khione. Following a quick morning training we will head to the deeper part of the forest," Cecilia said.
"Good." Khione nodded and left.
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Courtney was accustomed to seeing herself as a belle of the upper crust within the microcosm of her school's social hierarchy. From the days of middle school, she effortlessly glided into the orbit of the popular girls, carefully avoiding any entanglements with the gloomy or less desirable individuals who might besmirch her carefully crafted image. To Courtney, maintaining this pristine facade was paramount.
But upon entering high school, she encountered Jason.
He embodied every quality she deemed essential in the archetypal high school heartthrob: ruggedly handsome, intellectually gifted, athletically gifted, and universally adored. Not only did he possess an enviable collection of trophies from his exploits in karate, but he also exuded a natural charm that captivated all who crossed his path. In Courtney's eyes, Jason was the epitome of perfection, and she resolved to make him hers at any cost.
As she delved deeper into her high school life, Jason's star only seemed to shine brighter. His charismatic leadership and rare skill set set him apart as the undisputed hero of their class, and Courtney found herself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. With him by her side, she felt invincible, shielded from the uncertainties and insecurities that plagued her peers.
Her infatuation with Jason deepened as she deftly employed her feminine wiles over the course of a year, culminating in the gratifying fruition of her efforts a mere month prior. But just as her dreams began to take shape, Nathan appeared on the scene.
In an instant, Courtney's carefully constructed reality came crashing down around her.
She found herself the target of threats and unwanted advances, including a disturbingly forceful kiss that left her feeling violated and vulnerable.
Yet why?
Why didn't she feel completely disgusted?
In the wake of that pivotal moment when Nathan's locks inexplicably turned a ghostly white, Courtney found herself inexplicably drawn to him, despite his lack of Jason's striking features or undeniable charm. It was a perplexing conundrum: why did her eyes betray her, fixating on Nathan, when her heart steadfastly belonged to Jason?
When Nathan overstepped boundaries that night, forcing himself upon her with a forceful kiss, Courtney knew that a single outcry would have summoned Jason to her side in a heartbeat, ready to defend her honor with righteous fervor. Yet, she remained silent, allowing Nathan's touch to linger, experiencing a complex mix of emotions that defied easy explanation.
Since Nathan's chilling ultimatum to expose a damning video, Courtney found herself avoiding Jason, concocting feeble excuses to maintain her distance. This strategy might have faltered were it not for Jason's diversionary interest in other girls, particularly the Princess. However, Jason's recent heightened pursuit of Courtney left her keenly aware that he would soon demand answers, forcing her to confront uncomfortable truths she was not yet prepared to reveal.
Even now, as she deftly sidestepped Jason's probing inquiries by agreeing to track down the elusive Nathan, who had once again neglected his training duties, Courtney knew with certainty that he could only be found in one place: the secluded confines of the castle library.
Stepping into the serene sanctuary of the library, Courtney felt a sense of anticipation mingled with trepidation wash over her. She started walking around to look for him.
And soon enough she found him.
His white hair couldn't be mistaken.
He was seated on a table reading a book.
The title of the book was: [B-Rank Assassins Skills]
As Courtney's gaze fell upon Nathan engrossed in a tome of skill-related information, she couldn't help but wonder about his motivations. After all, she had long perceived Nathan as lacking in prowess, both physically and in terms of his training regimen. It seemed improbable, if not outright impossible, for him to acquire new skills without putting in the requisite effort.
Yet, there he sat, his expression serious and focused, delving into the information of skills he clearly didn't possess. It was just a book of information about various skills.
Reflecting on their initial encounters, Courtney recalled her initial dismissal of Nathan as just another unremarkable classmate. Despite Aiden's attempts to label him as a nerd, Nathan displayed none of the stereotypical traits associated with such a designation. He exhibited a confidence that defied easy categorization, engaging with classmates, including girls like herself, without hesitation despite being a mob in every other ways.
In hindsight, Courtney acknowledged her own role in perpetuating the false narrative surrounding Nathan. Her decision to fabricate rumors about his supposed penchant for hentai manga contributed to his ostracization by their peers. There wasn't a clear reason for her to do that.
It was just the way he spoke to her like any random girls and one day he even snapped at her even though not harshly. A simple matter of broken pencil. Any boy would have told her to not mind just for her beauty but Nathan asked for another new pencil without even thinking.
A simple matter for Nathan but Courtney as a girl of the high caste of her school, it hurts a bit of her pride so she framed him a bit.
Yet, despite the social stigma attached to him, Nathan didn't alter his demeanor or attitude towards her, despite her conviction that he was aware of her complicity in his marginalization. It was like he didn't care about it.
Summoning her courage, Courtney approached Nathan.
"Nathan."
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Chapter 23 Courtney After A Month (2)
"Nathan."
My focus shifted from the pages of the book to the sound of my name being called, prompting me to raise my gaze and take in the sight before me. Standing there was Courtney, her chestnut hair pulled back into a tidy ponytail, framing her features with a certain elegance.
She was unmistakably beautiful, dressed in her training outfit, a clear indication that she was here to summon me for our scheduled session in the forest. It seemed that our classmates had been making significant progress, spurred on by the newfound abilities bestowed upon them through the awakening of heroes. I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the advantages this awakening offered.
"Courtney, how are you?" I greeted her with a warm smile, extending my hand in a gesture of camaraderie.
A faint blush tinted Courtney's cheeks as she accepted my hand, her reaction not lost on me. With a gentle grasp, I pulled her closer, guiding her to settle onto my lap.
"Hya!" As the days turned into weeks since my threat to Courtney, I found myself contemplating the consequences of my actions. Despite my initial threats, I refrained from crossing certain boundaries, never once seeking to coerce her into compromising situations or exploit her vulnerabilities for my own gain.
In short, I didn't take her virginity or make her do anything like I did with Khione.
Instead, I settled for a simple yet significant gesture: a daily kiss, a symbolic token of my authority over her. It was a subtle reminder of my presence in her life, a silent assertion of my dominance.
Courtney's reaction to my restraint was palpable. She seemed genuinely taken aback by my reluctance to escalate the situation, expecting perhaps a more aggressive pursuit of my desires. Yet, contrary to her fears, I refrained from succumbing to base impulses, choosing instead to exert my influence with restraint.
However, make no mistake – my desires for Courtney were far from altruistic. I coveted her, yes, but I understood the delicate balance between desire and destruction. Unlike Khione, whose centuries of experience had molded her into a strong woman with a strong mind, Courtney was much younger with little experience.
I did not want to break her. She wasn't Khione, with her incredible mental resistance. With her or the other girls in my class I'm aiming for, I'll have to play it cool.
"How are you?" I murmured, my arms enveloping Courtney's waist from behind as I nestled my head against her shoulder, inhaling the sweet fragrance that enveloped her.
"F...Fine," she replied, her voice betraying a hint of apprehension.
Initially, Courtney had been wary of my proximity, fearing the worst. But as time passed and my actions remained benign, she gradually relaxed, though a lingering discomfort persisted, fueled by her dislike for me.
"That's good," I whispered, pressing a tender kiss to her neck.
"Hn❤️" A soft sound escaped Courtney's lips in response, a mixture of surprise and pleasure as my lips traced delicate patterns across her skin. Despite her initial resistance, her body yielded to my touch, succumbing to the sensations that coursed through her.
My hands roamed freely, exploring the contours of her arms and slender waist, reveling in the softness of her form. Courtney's breath hitched with each caress, her eyelids fluttering shut as she surrendered to the intoxicating pleasure that consumed her.
"Hmm~" she moaned softly, unable to contain the overwhelming sensations that washed over her.
With a subtle shift of my head, I planted a gentle kiss on Courtney's flushed cheeks, eliciting a timid reaction as she instinctively turned her head away, her embarrassment palpable. But before she could retreat further, I intercepted her movement with a lingering kiss on her lips, a gesture that caught her off guard yet elicited a response of acceptance, tinged with familiarity.
"Hmmm~~" Courtney's hands found purchase on my shoulders, her fingers curling instinctively as I deepened the kiss, my lips exploring hers with increasing fervor. She squirmed beneath my touch, her cheeks flushing with a rosy hue, her breath growing shallow with anticipation.
Guiding her into a new position, I slipped my hands beneath her clothing, gently tracing the contours of her soft stomach. Despite the faint hint of muscle tone that had developed over weeks of training, her flesh remained supple and inviting, yielding to my touch with a tantalizing warmth.
Courtney's breath hitched as my hands roamed lower, igniting a firestorm of sensation that coursed through her body. With each caress, she surrendered a little more to the intoxicating pleasure that enveloped her, her inhibitions melting away in the heat of the moment.
"Hmm!" As I forcefully drew Courtney's body closer to mine, eliciting a muffled moan of surprise and pleasure from her lips, I couldn't help but smirk inwardly at the undeniable effect I had on her. My hands trailed dangerously close to her bra, tantalizingly skirting the edge of propriety, before abruptly halting their advance and withdrawing from her shirt.
Removing my lips from hers, I observed with satisfaction as Courtney's flushed face betrayed a mixture of confusion and anticipation, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"Haa...❤️" she breathed, her voice laden with emotion, her body trembling slightly with the intensity of her feelings.
With a knowing smirk, I acknowledged the transformation that had occurred within her over the past month, a subtle shift in demeanor brought about by my influence.
"Right... today marks the end of our agreement," I announced, producing my phone and displaying the incriminating clip of our kiss from a month prior. It had remained dormant until this moment, a potent reminder of the power I held over her.
"What?" Courtney gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief as she scrambled to disentangle herself from my embrace.
"It's been a month, and as promised, I don't lie," I declared, swiftly deleting the footage before her eyes and revealing the absence of any other incriminating evidence.
"Well, it was good while it lasted, but now you're free to do whatever you want. You mentioned you couldn't find good excuses for Jason, right? Then it should be over today," I stated, purposefully letting disappointment seep into my expression.
Uum... yes..." Courtney replied, her face betraying a flurry of emotions. Confusion danced across her features, masking any sense of happiness she should have felt at being released from our arrangement.
Despite our brief month of closeness, the intimate talks and shared moments, Courtney couldn't remain indifferent. Her emotions were too entangled to simply shrug off our connection.
"Ha.." With a surprising kiss, I interrupted her thoughts, catching her off guard once again.
"The agreement is over, but I wanted one last kiss, my apologies, Courtney," I said, a bittersweet smile playing at my lips.
"I..." Courtney began, her words trailing off as she struggled to find a response.
"Anyway, you're here to call me for training, right? Let's go," I interjected, brushing off her confusion as I made my way out, a satisfied smirk hidden beneath the surface.
I may have deleted the footage, but I wasn't naive. Despite releasing Courtney from our arrangement, I knew there was little chance she would return to Jason. In just a month, our interactions had shifted the landscape of her emotions entirely.
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Show menu NOVEL BIN5Novel I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me Chapter 24 Preparing for the Forest Training.I ENSLAVED THE GODDESS WHO SUMMONED MEC24 Preparing for the Forest Training.
Chapter 24 Preparing for the Forest Training.
"Judging from the remarkable progress you've all made, we've decided to venture deeper into the lush green forest," Oscar announced with a smile, his words met with proud smiles from the class. Initially apprehensive and even fearful, they had witnessed firsthand the fruits of their labor and the astonishing strides they had made in their training. Now, they exuded confidence in their newfound abilities.
"We owe a great deal of gratitude to Oscar and Cecilia for their guidance and support," Jason remarked, flashing a smile towards the instructors. "Your dedication has been invaluable, and we sincerely hope to continue learning from you both."
As Jason's humility washed over the room, I couldn't help but cringe inwardly. His innate charisma, coupled with his genuine appreciation for others, seemed to emit an aura of leadership that captivated those around him. In just a month, he had effortlessly assumed the role of the unspoken leader among the heroes, garnering the allegiance of the majority of the class.
The same sentiment extended beyond the classroom walls, resonating with the king, knights, and other nobles who viewed Jason with favor. His rumored connection to Princess Adelia only served to enhance his standing, painting him as the epitome of the perfect hero they had envisioned.
Yet, despite his seemingly flawless facade, I saw through the veneer to the man beneath. To me, Jason was nothing more than a typical classmate with a penchant for attracting the attention of countless admirers. His skill in concealing his true intentions was commendable, but it didn't escape my notice.
Oscar's smile lingered as he stepped aside, revealing an array of weapons and light armors meticulously arranged before us. "We've prepared sturdy armors tailored to fit each of your body sizes, as well as weapons suited to a range of skill levels. It's crucial that you choose equipment that suits you best. Let's remember not to let greed or arrogance cloud our judgment in this decision. Lives could very well depend on it."
His cautionary words barely had time to settle before the class erupted into a frenzy, eagerly scrambling to inspect the offerings like children presented with a trove of new toys.
While the others eagerly dove into the selection process, I hung back, observing from a distance. Only Gwen and Aisha mirrored my restraint, displaying a patience that seemed almost out of place amidst the excitement. However, I couldn't ignore the presence of another lingering nearby.
"You shouldn't stay too close to me," I stated without turning to face Courtney.
Since our arrival, Courtney had maintained a cautious distance from me, neither drawing near nor straying too far. Her demeanor betrayed a level of confusion that exceeded my expectations following our release from our arrangement. Was it due to my luck or the residual effects of Khione's divine energy that now coursed through me, prompting Courtney to feel an inexplicable attraction? I couldn't say for certain, but it would undoubtedly raise suspicions if she continued to linger near me.
Throughout the past month, it had been common knowledge among our classmates that Courtney harbored no particular fondness for me. We had taken pains to avoid each other's company, save for our daily kiss—albeit discreetly—in secluded locations such as the library.
"Y..yes.." Courtney's response came in a hesitant stutter before she, too, joined the throng to select her armor and weapon.
"You should hurry up, Nathan," a familiar voice chimed in from behind me.
Recognizing the voice instantly, I turned with a smile. "Professor Carter?"
Amelia approached, though she maintained a certain distance, her smile warm but tinged with concern. "Yes, before they leave you with scraps. Are you joining us on the trip this time? It's not your usual style..."
"Not at all. I've decided to come along this time," I replied, shaking my head.
Amelia's surprise was palpable, her concern evident in her furrowed brow. "I'm not sure this is a good idea, Nathan. You haven't participated in training for the past month, nor have you faced the monsters outside the safety of the classroom. And now, we're venturing even deeper into the forest where the dangers will be heightened. You should be at least level 30 to safely accompany us..."
As our teacher, Amelia's concern for my well-being was genuine, but I sensed there was more to her apprehension than met the eye. Her recent avoidance of me hinted at a deeper emotional turmoil, one that mirrored the strange feelings Courtney had begun to experience in my presence. However, unlike Courtney, Amelia's preexisting positive feelings towards me seemed to amplify the effects of my luck and charm.
Despite my invisible attendance at training sessions, I made a point to appear during meal times in the garden, not only to keep tabs on my classmates' progress and potential threats but also to enjoy solitary moments with my beautiful teacher.
Despite maintaining our teacher-student dynamic, Amelia and I had grown closer, our relationship resembling that of close friends, albeit with the same respectful tone in our conversations. We shared a level of openness that extended beyond the classroom, yet despite her remarkable mental fortitude, Amelia couldn't help but succumb to the distracting allure I seemed to exert over her. Eventually, she began to avoid me, citing excuses of sickness or lack of appetite.
Despite this, Amelia and "that woman" were the individuals with whom I had made the most significant strides.
"What level are you, teacher?" I inquired, spurred by her earlier mention of levels.
"Forty-one. And you, Nathan?" Amelia responded without hesitation, a departure from the usual taboo surrounding discussions of personal levels among classmates. It was a matter of pride and privacy, yet certain individuals, like Jason and Aiden, seemed eager to flaunt their accomplishments, boasting levels well into the fifties.
From my observations, I surmised that only Jason, Aiden, and my stepsister, Sienna, had reached level fifty, with Aisha and Gwen following closely behind. Amelia, Siara, and Courtney trailed behind them, all steadily climbing the ranks with each passing day—a feat that elicited shock and awe from the entire castle.
"Level twenty-one," I replied, briefly glancing at my own level before fabricating the number.
"Oh! That's quite impressive, Nathan, considering you haven't been training..." Amelia's astonishment was palpable, her disbelief stemming from the notion that someone like me, who rarely engaged in training or monster encounters, could have achieved such a level.
Well, I couldn't just tell her that I had been killing stronger monsters than them since day one and was training in my own way. Just like Aisha.
I glanced at Aisha. Growing closer to Aisha had been a deliberate choice on my part, as I made it a habit to leave at precisely the right time to coincide with her solo training sessions in the garden. While I could have easily taken an alternate route to avoid encountering her, I purposefully sought out these moments, cherishing them as our little secret. Remarkably, Aisha seemed unfazed by my nocturnal excursions, content to ignore my presence as long as I returned on time. Our interactions during these late-night rendezvous were brief, consisting of little more than greetings and casual conversation.
I couldn't say for certain whether Aisha fully understood the nature of my nighttime activities. Perhaps she believed I was genuinely dedicating myself to training alone, oblivious to the fact that I was concealing my true progress from everyone, including Oscar and Cecilia. So I'm quite sure that even Aisha didn't notice the significant strides I was making with each passing day and that fact was sure making her curious and confused about what the hell I could be doing.
Her restraint in refraining from prying into my affairs only added to her endearing qualities, demonstrating a level of respect and trust that I found quite cute.
"I just realized I couldn't afford to remain weak while everyone else is fighting for the future. I'll start now," I explained to the teacher.
"But..." Amelia was still concerned.
"Don't worry, Professor, I'll stick close to you so you can protect me," I reassured her with a smile, quickly easing her worries.
"What a lazy student I have," Amelia laughed, seemingly mollified by my assurance.
Of course, it was all a lie.
I had no intention of staying behind.
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Chapter 25 Choosing a Good Weapon
"Hero Nathan?" Oscar's voice cut through my contemplation as I surveyed the array of weapons before me. While I had already settled on a light armor that wouldn't impede my movements, I found myself hesitating when it came to choosing a weapon.
I turned to face him. "What?"
"What are you doing?" he inquired, clearly taken aback by my presence in the armory.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm selecting a weapon," I replied, puzzled by his question.
"That's not what I meant. Why are you picking a weapon?" Oscar pressed further, his confusion evident.
His question didn't surprise me. After all, I had been absent from most of his training sessions, and when I did participate, my lackluster performance hardly inspired confidence. But my reasons were my own, driven by a desire to monitor the progress of certain individuals—Jason, Aiden, and Sienna, to name a few.
"Because I need a weapon to fend off monsters," I replied matter-of-factly, hoping to quell any further inquiries.
Oscar's shock was palpable as he processed the implications of my words. "You're coming with us?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes."
"We're venturing deeper into the forest. It could be dangerous," Oscar began, his initial concern evident in his tone. However, his expression quickly shifted, morphing into a facade of satisfaction. "Actually, this is very good. I'm pleased that Hero Nathan has finally recognized the importance of training and the looming dangers ahead."
Despite his words, his smile seemed tinged with insincerity, a telltale sign of his underlying motives. If I had to hazard a guess, he saw this as an opportunity to rid himself of my presence in the forest. Whether he intended to do so himself or simply leave me to fend for myself against formidable monsters remained to be seen.
I knew all too well of Oscar's disdain towards me, a sentiment that Khione had confirmed through her own observations. He had been undermining me to the emperor and other nobles for some time now, harboring a deep-seated animosity that bordered on hostility.
"Then, could you help me choose a weapon?" I asked, mustering a polite smile despite my misgivings.
"Of course," Oscar replied, his smile suddenly benevolent in a way I had never seen before. It was clear that he knew how to put on a convincing act.
Approaching the display of weapons, Oscar began to assess their suitability, testing each one with practiced ease. I couldn't help but wonder if he would genuinely select a suitable weapon for me or if his intentions were less altruistic.
"What level are you?" he inquired, his tone lacking genuine interest.
"Twenty-one," I replied.
Oscar let out a laugh at my response, clearly unconvinced by my claim. "Please, Hero Nathan. What is your level?" It was evident that he couldn't believe that someone with my lackluster training regimen could have achieved such a level.
If only he knew my real level, I thought with an inward smirk.
"Level 16," I lied, opting for a lower number to appear more believable.
"That's already an achievement for you, Hero Nathan," Oscar remarked, his surprise evident, though his words dripped with mockery.
"Well, I am a Hero after all," I replied, feigning nonchalance. "Do you have a weapon you would recommend?"
"Yes, this one," Oscar said, presenting me with a sword. "It's a good fit for beginners and those who don't know how to wield a sword properly."
I took the sword from him, immediately noticing how light and easy it was to handle—almost too easy. The moment I grasped the handle, I realized that if I didn't treat it delicately, it could break under the pressure of my grip, given my true strength. For someone genuinely at level 16, it would have been a suitable choice. At least Oscar was pretending to give me a decent weapon.
"Not bad, yeah," I said, accepting the sword with a nod.
I could see Oscar trying to suppress a scoff, probably thinking I had no idea what I was talking about and was merely putting on a show.
Oh, if only he knew what I was truly capable of.
After Oscar left, I noticed Aisha standing nearby, holding a long sword. From my covert observations of her training, I knew she possessed a lightning skill and wielded it with impressive proficiency.
"If you're uncertain, you should ask for advice, Aisha," I suggested, nodding toward her sword.
Aisha looked at me and then glanced at my own weapon, her expression thoughtful.
I raised my hand and called out, "Cecilia!"
At my shout, Cecilia approached us. From the first day, her attitude toward me had shifted, evolving into a more neutral stance that leaned positively.
"Do you need any help, Hero Nathan?" she asked, her tone polite.
"No, Aisha does," I replied, gesturing toward Aisha.
"Oh, let's see," Cecilia said, turning her attention to Aisha.
Aisha gave me a nod of appreciation as Cecilia began assisting her, clearly valuing the guidance.
But she wasn't the only one who seemed a little lost.
To my right, a blonde beauty stood motionless in front of the weapons.
It was Gwen.
She seemed deep in thought, clearly unsure of what to choose.
"Do you need any help, Gwen?" I asked, trying to sound helpful.
"No," she replied curtly, not even glancing in my direction.
"Should I call Oscar to help you?" I offered, hoping to lighten the mood.
This time, her face twisted into a look of disgust as she turned to face me. "I said no. Just take care of your own business."
Her revulsion was clearly aimed at Oscar, who had been trying to seduce her since day one, with no success.
I knew Gwen well enough to know that even Jason didn't stand a chance with her. Her standards were incredibly high, and for some reason, my luck didn't seem to work as well on her as it did on others.
Still, I genuinely liked her and wanted to help.
I glanced around at the array of weapons before picking up a staff and handing it to her. "This one is good."
"I said I don't need—"
"Yes, but I suggest you take a look at least," I insisted, pressing the staff into her hands before walking away.
Gwen stared after me, the staff now in her grasp, and I could only hope she would give it a chance.
Even though the probability of her dying was very low since she was very strong there was still a low probability she met a monster stronger than her. And I didn't want her to die, it would be such a pity for such a beautiful and smart girl to die.
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Chapter 26 Worried Stepsisters and Groups
"You shouldn't go," Sienna, my older stepsister, said unexpectedly, her voice laced with concern as she approached me.
"Why not?" I asked, adjusting the cumbersome armor that felt more like a hindrance than protection. It was supposed to safeguard me, but honestly, I didn't need it, especially not this low-level stuff. I was wearing it mainly to appease our teacher and ease her worries, though it seemed to have no effect on Sienna.
"It's dangerous this time. You've never joined us in fighting monsters before," Sienna pointed out, her worry evident.
"There's a first time for everything. I can't just hide inside the castle forever while everyone else is out there fighting," I replied, fastening my sword to my waist belt. That line was something I borrowed straight from Jason.
"You don't understand the danger ahead. If you want to fight, you should start slowly by joining the training sessions first, not by jumping straight into monster battles. We're going deeper into the Green Forest this time," Sienna explained, her eyes pleading.
I sighed, puzzled by her persistence. "I don't get why you're trying to stop me, Sienna. I have the right to do what I want, don't I?" I asked, pretending to be oblivious, though I knew she was just worried. I wanted to gauge the depth of her concern.
Sienna's expression turned upset "I'm doing this because I care about you. You're still my stepbrother, and that doesn't change just because we're in another world."
"Is that really what you think, Sienna? It's been three years since we became step-siblings, but I don't remember you ever showing this much concern for me before. Don't feel obliged to worry," I said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.
"You talk too much for no reason, Nathan." Siara, my younger stepsister, joined us, her expression a mix of anger and frustration. "Sienna is just worried about you. You don't need to be so defensive."
"I'm not upset, Siara. I just don't like pretending. What about you? Are you worried?" I asked, turning my attention to her.
"Yes, I am. Even if we don't show it, we've lived together for three years," she replied, crossing her arms. "And think about your father. When we get back to Earth, he'll want to see you alive too."
I couldn't help but laugh. Siara frowned, clearly annoyed, but I wasn't laughing at her.
It was just...
"My father? I can assure you he doesn't care whether I'm dead or alive," I said, shocking both Sienna and Siara.
They stood there, speechless, so I took the opportunity to step closer to Sienna and gently hugged her.
Sienna flinched slightly as I wrapped my arms around her waist, but I held her close, trying to convey what words couldn't.
"W...what are you…"
"Thank you for worrying about me, but I'll be fine," I whispered in her ear. "Big sister."
"R...right..." Sienna mumbled, averting her eyes as she let me hug her awkwardly.
Her ample breasts pressed against me, and I couldn't help but indulge in the sensation for a brief moment before stepping back.
I turned to leave, casting a glance at Siara, who stood there dumbfounded, clearly expecting some words from me even if not a hug but I just left. "Please come back with everyone safe, Hero Jason." A little distance away, a scene straight out of a hero novel was unfolding.
Princess Adelia was holding Jason's hands, her eyes filled with worry as if he were heading off to war.
"I already told you, you can call me Jason, Adelia," Jason said with a warm smile.
"You are still a Hero," Adelia shook her head. "And I am a princess. We don't have any connection…"
I could see exactly where this was going.
"Don't worry. I'll talk to the Emperor once I'm back," Jason assured her.
"I will be patient then," Adelia said, her smile brightening with happiness.
As expected of a princess, she knew very well how to use her charm and status.
The situation was developing faster than I had anticipated, so maybe I would need to handle the princess before Jason arranged their marriage.
After all, I wasn't about to let anyone take a princess's purity before me.
°°°°°°
"Don't forget to stay with your group and don't go too deep. Just the new area we talked about, understood?" Oscar instructed as soon as we were teleported inside the forest.
"Yes!!" we all responded in unison.
Everyone nodded and dispersed into their respective groups. Jason, unsurprisingly, was surrounded mostly by girls, but my younger stepsister, Siara, was with him too. I couldn't deny that it bothered me. Before he seriously starts to pursue her, I needed to act.
Aiden went with his own group, while Aisha and Gwen paired up. Sienna, being the oldest, took charge of another group. She had been dragged into this summoning, but she was part of the class now.
I noticed Courtney's indecision about which group to join, but I ignored it. She seemed torn between joining Jason's group again or finding another, eventually deciding to join Sienna's group.
I waited until everyone had chosen a group before starting to walk off alone.
"Where are you going alone, Nathan?" Amelia Carter, our teacher, called out, not letting me slip away unnoticed.
"Training to fight monsters, teacher," I replied.
"You can't go alone," Amelia said, shaking her head firmly.
"Then you can accompany me?" I suggested.
"Euh..." Amelia looked surprised by my proposal. She glanced around and saw that all the other students were already with their groups, leaving only a few knights and Oscar nearby. Cecilia had joined Jason's group, likely to protect the strongest hero, probably under orders from the Emperor.
"I will accompany you too," Oscar spoke up, stepping forward.
A pity.
I had originally planned to take advantage of being alone with Amelia to completely conquer her body and soul. But now, with Oscar tagging along, a new plan began to form in my mind.
Wait, maybe this is even better?
I had been looking for a way to get rid of Oscar for a while now. This could be the perfect opportunity. If everything went smoothly, I could kill two birds with one stone.
I will have to be careful to not get caught but once it's over, one annoyance would be erased.
And then, I could enjoy her.
I smirked inwardly at the thought.
Time to conquer my beautiful teacher.
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Chapter 27 [Eye of Odin]
As we made our way deeper into the forest, I walked slightly ahead, scanning the surroundings while subtly leading us off the main path. The dense foliage and the eerie silence of the forest provided the perfect cover for my plans.
Oscar, ever vigilant, was on high alert, his eyes darting around for any sign of danger. Amelia, on the other hand, seemed more focused on me, her concern evident in her eyes. I could use that to my advantage.
"Stay close, Nathan," Amelia said, her voice soft but firm. "This part of the forest can be dangerous."
I nodded, slowing my pace so that she and Oscar could catch up. "I know, teacher. That's why I asked you to come with me. I feel safer with you around."
She smiled, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. "Just be careful."
"Don't worry, Lady Amelia. As long as I'm here, nothing bad will happen," Oscar assured her with a bright smile.
Despite his obvious interest in Gwen, Oscar had a fondness for Amelia as well. From what Khione had told me, the King's directives encouraged many to seek marriages and children with the Heroes, especially the strongest among us. Amelia had firmly told them to stop pestering us about marriage, but some persisted in secret.
I was fairly certain that several of my classmates had already engaged in intimate relations, particularly the boys with maids. During my late-night outings for training, I occasionally noticed maids slipping into the rooms of my classmates, likely sent under the emperor's orders to ensure the continuation of the Heroes' bloodline.
I wasn't particularly disgusted by this arrangement.
As long as they didn't interfere with my plans or target the women I was interested in, I didn't care. Otherwise, I would have to intervene, much like I was doing with Amelia, who, from my perspective, seemed the easiest to manipulate.
Not that she was an easy woman by any means. It had taken a month of strategic conversations, sweet words, 'accidental' touches, and carefully orchestrated moments to make her start seeing me as a man rather than just a student. She would have directly rejected me after a few days if not for my Luck too.
My concern wasn't about her being swayed easily, but rather about her relenting and going along with the pressures to spare us students.
I could already imagine the Emperor pressuring us to have children. I could see Amelia offering herself, which I wouldn't accept.
"Thanks. It's reassuring," Amelia said with a smile.
"We have until tomorrow afternoon. Let's make sure Hero Nathan gains at least ten levels," Oscar added with a seemingly kind look.
No need to act, Oscar. I know very well you intend to get rid of me one way or another tonight.
"Watch out!" Amelia shouted, summoning an earth barrier in front of us.
BADOOM!
Something collided forcefully with Amelia's barrier, but it held strong. We heard a pained groan from a beast behind it.
As expected of our teacher.
Amelia had an A-Rank Barrier Skill specialized in Earth magic. At level forty-one, her barriers were exceptionally strong. The only downside, if it could be called that, was that her skill was mainly focused on defense. It could inflict damage, but not a lot.
Still, her protective skill was invaluable in situations like this. Seeing how much she cared about her students, it was a fitting main skill for Amelia.
Could it be that our main skills are related to who we truly are?
"It's a level 33 Forest Wolf! Lady Amelia, protect your student! He's too weak for this one!" Oscar called out, emphasizing my supposed weakness with a condescending tone.
He was arrogant, and I couldn't blame him for it.
Oscar. Activate Skill.
[Eye of Odin]
I considered it the strongest skill I had obtained in the past month among the few others and by a large margin, without a single doubt.
An SSS-Rank Skill.
How did I obtain it?
It was 90% thanks to my luck and 10% due to ten days of intense study in the library. I spent ten days there with little to no sleep, reading everything I could find about Odin.
It all started a few days after I took Khione's virginity.
I was reading a book about skills—specifically low-ranked skills—because I wanted to be prepared if I ever got my hands on a skill book that could grant a skill directly. I even considered using my influence as a Hero to ask the King for the skills I wanted.
That was my initial plan.
But after hours of reading about stealth skills, the first skill I wanted due to its usefulness for escaping the castle or avoiding danger, something unexpected happened. I received a message on my blue screen. With the label 'New,' I had obtained one of the stealth skills I was reading about.
A Skill I planned to ask the Emperor putting away my pride had been obtained for just a few hours of reading and absurd Luck.
When I told Khione what happened, even she couldn't believe it. I could still picture her shocked face.
Obtaining skills through fighting and training was extremely rare. Most people didn't bother with it, preferring to look for skill books instead. This reliance on luck made the process even more complicated in this world.
In any case, I had been very lucky to get an SSS Skill. Even with over 10,000 luck points, I hadn't obtained any other SSS or SS skills. It seemed impossible no matter how many SSS skill books I studied. So, I didn't waste time and lowered my greed to "lower" skills.
Well, I wasn't disappointed at all though.
[Eye of Odin] was the skill I was most proud of and, to me, the strongest.
I looked at Oscar as my right eye flashed gold for a moment.
I saw it.
Oscar.
Level 87.
Unfortunately, probably because I was still too "weak," I couldn't see more. I expected to see more information as I grew stronger. Also, if Oscar was too strong—meaning the margin between our levels was too wide—I wouldn't have been able to see his level at all.
If I could see a level correctly, it meant the person was either weaker, around the same, or just a little stronger than me.
I glanced at my own level.
Nathan Parker.
Level 72.
Yeah, I had become a lot stronger, but not as much as anyone might think, even with a cheat Goddess. And yes, I could have easily farmed more levels if I wanted to, but I didn't.
Why?
What's better: being overwhelmingly stronger than my classmates with few skills or being still stronger than my classmates and having more skills in my arsenal?
I made my choice and willingly neglected my physical training, spending more time in the library to get the maximum number of skills possible using the biggest advantage I had in the castle: free and 24-hour access to the library.
I couldn't waste this chance, especially considering the possibility that I might have to escape the Empire.
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Chapter 28 Oscar's Trap...
I couldn't waste this chance, especially considering the possibility that I might have to escape the Empire.
I was in more danger than I had expected, so I had better use this place to its fullest while I still had the freedom to move around.
In the end, I couldn't avoid the looming threat. If Oscar decided to kill me, he must have already obtained the king's agreement despite Khione's warnings. They probably thought Khione wouldn't care if a weak hero died, but they didn't know her life was connected to mine.
Still, they were daring enough to risk angering a goddess by killing me. Their fear of losing a hero to the Demon King or other enemies was understandable, especially considering what I had learned from Khione about the previous heroes and the Demon King. Understanding their fear didn't mean I'd be lenient.
"Now! Hero Nathan! I have immobilized its movements! You can deal the final blow!" Oscar said, his sword embedded in the beast without delivering a killing strike.
How kind of him.
He was playing his role well with Amelia around, making sure she witnessed his "support."
I raised my sword and plunged it deeper into the monster's head, killing it instantly. Particles of light escaped from the monster's body, enveloping me in a glow.
I felt a rush of exhilaration as the particles of light entered my body and absorbed what we could call XP if it was a game but I would say life energy was a better word which makes one stronger.
I could see Oscar watching me with a fake smile, his eyes betraying his true intentions. Amelia approached. "Are you alright, Nathan?"
"I'm fine," I replied with a reassuring smile. "Thanks to Oscar's help I have leveled up too."
It was true.
I'm now level 73 since I needed just a few Xp to level up.
Oscar gave a bow. "Just doing my duty, Hero Nathan."
"You did very well for your first time, Nathan," Amelia said, a hint of surprise in her voice.
I knew that for most, killing a living being for the first time, even a monster, was difficult. Even prodigies like Jason, Aiden, my elder stepsister, Aisha, or Gwen had struggled. But for me, it had become much easier since I started spending time with Khione.
"Well, I thought about it for a long time," I said, offering an excuse as we advanced deeper into the forest.
Over the next few hours, Oscar continued to let me deliver the final blows to the beasts he had weakened. It was almost laughable how different his treatment was compared to the past month. He likely saw it as a final gift before he attempted to get rid of me.
I wasn't complaining, though. I accepted the gift with a smile, finishing off the beasts one by one. The monsters we encountered were still within a manageable range for both Oscar and me. The strongest we faced was a level 43 beast, which posed little challenge.
Despite Oscar's pretense, I knew he was waiting for the right moment. His actions were too calculated, too deliberate. He was biding his time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. But so was I.
As we ventured deeper, the forest grew denser, the air thicker. The atmosphere became more oppressive, and the sounds of distant creatures grew louder. My senses were on alert. I could feel the tension in the group, a mix of excitement and unease.
"Careful from now on. We are in a new area, lady Amelia." Oscar said with a serious face.
Amelia nodded with a serious face, a bit uneasy.
I think she was more worried about me because the monsters now were certainly too strong for me, she was thinking. Despite knowing that sticking close to me was affecting her emotions toward me strangely, she still stuck close to me just in case I might be in danger.
Suddenly, we heard a rustling in the bushes ahead. Oscar signaled for us to stop, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the area. I activated [Eye of Odin], my vision sharpening as I assessed the surroundings. There was something big nearby, something dangerous.
"Stay close," Amelia whispered, her protective instincts kicking in. She positioned herself in front of me, her earth barrier at the ready.
From the shadows emerged a massive creature, its eyes glowing with a menacing light. It was a level 50 Forest Serpent, its scales shimmering with a poisonous hue. Its tongue came out as its reptilian eyes eyed us as if we were preys. "This one I should take it," Oscar declared, stepping forward with a confident smirk.
He attacked the serpent with swift, powerful strikes, driving it back. Honestly it was very impressive. I'm speaking about his swordsmanship.
Putting levels aside, Jason can have ten or twenty levels more than Oscar, I don't think he will be able to beat Oscar who is a seasoned and experienced warrior and who is clearly better at handling a sword.
Of course this was applying to me too. I never said it was going to be easy to beat me at least from a neutral point of view even with my Level 73.
After driving back the snake, Oscar looked back at me with the same smile and same demeanor when he let me kill the monsters but this time it was a little different. "Hero Nathan, why don't you finish it?"
I could see through his facade. He intended to leave me vulnerable against the serpent, hoping it would be the end of me.
"Oh, thanks."
But I was ready.
I stepped forward, sword in hand, and faced the serpent. Its eyes locked onto me, sensing an easy target. But as it lunged, I feigned surprise stepping back a little.
"B-Barrier!!" Amelia's voice rang in panic and a wall of earth appeared in front of me protecting me from the snake's bite.
Oscar watched, his expression a mix of surprise and frustration. He hadn't expected Amelia to react this swiftly.
I quickly stealthily activated Odin's Eye and pinpointed the snake movement before piercing my sword through the wall.
With a final, powerful strike, I drove my sword into the serpent's head, ending its life. The creature collapsed, and once again, particles of light enveloped me as I absorbed its energy.
From an exterior perspective, my strike would appear as a lucky blow, a fortunate coincidence that I managed to kill the serpent in one go. Judging from Oscar's expression, he was shocked by my apparent luck.
Good. Let him think that.
"Well done, Nathan," Amelia said, genuinely impressed.
"Thank you, professor, for protecting me once again," I replied, glancing at Amelia. "And you too, Lord Oscar," I added with a smile.
"That was a good strike, Hero Nathan," Oscar's smile was strained, his plan foiled for now.
"We should rest now, it's already night," Amelia proposed, looking at the sky darkening.
"Yes, I know a good place to camp not far from here, just a few minutes of walk. Follow me," Oscar recovered quickly, his smile looking more genuine as he walked ahead.
"You are very knowledgeable about this forest, Lord Oscar," Amelia chuckled as she followed him.
I trailed behind them, maintaining my own smile.
It seemed the time had come.
I wasn't naive enough to think Oscar would lead us to a safe place to rest. He was guiding us to a place where he could dispose of me.
We walked in silence, the forest growing darker and more foreboding with each step. The atmosphere was tense, charged with unspoken intentions. I kept my senses sharp, ready for anything that might have been prepared against me in advance by Oscar.
After a few minutes, we arrived at a small clearing. It was a seemingly perfect campsite, surrounded by thick trees and with a small stream nearby. Oscar stopped and turned to us.
"This is the place. We'll set up camp here for the night," he announced, his eyes flicking to me briefly.
Amelia nodded, looking relieved. "Thank you, Lord Oscar. This place looks perfect."
She was too naive and too kind for her own good but that's exactly why I wanted her with me.
As we began setting up our camp, I stayed alert, watching Oscar's every move. He was too calm, too collected. He was waiting for the right moment to strike. I didn't think he prepared any traps but I wanted to be on my guard just in case. He knew this forest better than me after all.
Once the camp was set up and we began to relax, Oscar approached me. "Nathan, why don't you gather some firewood? It'll give you a chance to stretch your legs and get a feel for the area."
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