Chapter 185

Chapter 186: The Moon Goddess’s “Blessing”

Letsha’s situation was unknown to Izay, but he and Artemis were having a blast until the clock struck past ten in the evening, prompting their return to the Adimi House.

Upon entering the mansion, an eerie silence enveloped the entire house, perfectly embodying the phrase “dead of night.”

The once lively girls seemed to have drifted off to sleep?

At least, Izay didn’t spot a single light within the vast mansion, as if no one was home.

With the same confusion in his heart, Artemis didn’t dwell on this detail. Stepping into the living room, she wasn’t in any rush to head upstairs. Instead, she placed some souvenirs she’d bought on the coffee table and stretched her back with grace.

Her alluring curves were displayed to perfection, showcasing a slender waist that accentuated the proud areas usually hidden beneath her battle attire.

The pristine white dress complemented her delicate skin, drawing attention to the goddess’s natural beauty and current seductive demeanor.

In terms of size, Artemis wasn’t particularly endowed, but her lithe figure more than made up for it.

She belonged to that rare category where an ounce more would make her appear overweight, and an ounce less too thin.

“Where exactly are you looking?” After stretching, she sat on the couch and turned to ask.

Though her tone sounded accusatory, the corners of her lips curved upward, betraying no real anger.

“I think Lady Artemis could compete for the position of the Goddess of Beauty…” Izay replied evasively. “If you did, I’d definitely vote for you first.”

“A deity’s domain is partly innate—it’s not something one can simply choose to do,” Artemis shot him a flirtatious glance.

“And I don’t covet the position of the Goddess of Beauty anyway. I wouldn’t take on that role even if it were handed to me.”

That someone must refer to Aphrodite, the goddess of love, desire, and beauty, right?

Izay blinked, pretending not to understand Artemis’ words.

Aphrodite, another goddess from ancient Greek mythology, governed love, lust, and beauty.

Their relationship in heaven… could be described as rivals.

Artemis once revered chastity, while Aphrodite presided over lust—two natural adversaries.

I seem to recall Aphrodite getting shot in the butt by Artemis’s arrow… poor goddess~

Though Izay had a clear understanding of the rivalry between these two goddesses, he didn’t let it show on his face.

Because discussing the Goddess of Beauty around Artemis was strictly taboo, and mentioning it might ruin her good mood. So Izay chose to feign ignorance.

“Would you like some water, Lady Artemis? We’ve been out at the festival for quite a while tonight.” Izay casually changed the subject as he fetched two cups of Orb water.

“Hmm, thank you.” Taking the cup from Izay, Artemis smiled faintly.

Not saying anything about Izay squeezing next to her, she silently permitted his closeness.

But then, seemingly remembering something, Artemis’ beautiful eyes flickered with hesitation and shyness.

It didn’t last long. In the next moment, the goddess gently leaned against him.

—!?

The fragrance hit Izay full force, and he subtly sniffed, trying hard to keep his expression composed: “Lady Artemis… what exactly are you doing?”

Now Artemis was leaning against him, their proximity leaving no barrier for the faint, enchanting aroma to reach him. He couldn’t tell if it was her hair or her natural scent.

But the warm sensation and curves were constantly stimulating Izay’s senses. A little theater started playing in his mind, whispering: “You want me to call you!”

Artemis’ cheeks flushed red as she restrained her trembling body and began explaining: “Hermes told me that leaning my body against your chest can strengthen our bond and make you very happy.”

Hermes! Hermes!!

How had he never noticed Hermes’ incredible talent for matchmaking before?

Deep down, Izay couldn’t stop praising Hermes for this long-distance assist.

And when Artemis noticed he hadn’t responded, her head resting on Izay’s chest drooped slightly.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Could Hermes be lying to me again?”

“Mmm… back in heaven, he was always like that—full of nonsense as natural as breathing. Down here, he seems even worse…”

Artemis rambled on, confiding in Izay.

“Ah… it’s not that, Lady Artemis. Hermes didn’t say anything wrong. I was just so happy that I froze for a moment.”

At least he felt obligated to explain since Hermes had helped him.

Otherwise, wouldn’t Hermes be unfairly judged?

“Is that really true?” Artemis looked up, her moist eyes gazing at him from below.

Izay hesitated for a moment, then nodded: “…Yeah.”

He paused because from this angle, he could clearly see her white dress.

So white, fitting for a white dress, and he could even see the creases in it—perfectly fine details.

“Alright then… this time he actually did one thing right—uh!!”

Relieved, Artemis was about to say, “this time he actually did one good thing.”

But before she could finish, Izay cut her off.

With what? Naturally, with his mouth.

Their breathing grew chaotic, then gradually heavier.

At first, Artemis tried to resist, but soon gave in, even beginning to cooperate…

The inexperienced goddess paired with the theoretically experienced master, Izay, explored new positions through practice.

With a “thud,” something heavy fell onto the couch.

To be honest, Izay wasn’t some saint; he was a normal guy who got excited easily, especially considering his age—he was still in puberty.

Artemis probably didn’t realize how long Izay had been craving her. He’d just been waiting for the right opportunity.

When the goddess herself initiated the move, who could resist such a perfect being approaching?

After an indeterminate amount of time, both panting heavily from exertion, they had to pause to catch their breath.

Practically face-to-face, their disordered breathing was easily felt by each other.

“I-Izay… what are you doing?” Her ears burned under his invasive gaze, and Artemis’ voice was barely above a whisper.

Taking a deep breath, Izay’s voice hardened: “I want… the blessing of the Moon Goddess. Is that okay?”

Artemis skipped a beat in her breathing. Somehow, despite being a novice, she understood his meaning.

Her watery eyes trembled lightly before slowly closing.

“Yeah…”

At the last moment, Artemis pleaded weakly: “P-please, not here. Let’s go to the room…”