“You’re quite late, Goddess.”
Amaterasu didn’t respond right away. Her attention was entirely consumed by the sight before her—the state of Kaguya after she had been pleasuring me. The Goddess’s eyes fixated on the remnants of the act: Kaguya’s lips, still glistening with saliva, were stained with traces of my semen, a small stream of it trickling down her chin, like a shameful mark of her submission.
Kaguya, realizing the state she was in, hurriedly wiped her lips with the back of her hand. Yet, the embarrassment was far too overwhelming. Her usually composed demeanor had crumbled, and she couldn’t bring herself to meet Amaterasu’s gaze. She remained on her knees before me, her face a mixture of horror and humiliation, as if the very act had stripped her of any remaining dignity.
I noticed Rena as well, who had been silently witnessing everything. Her face was flushed, a deep crimson, betraying the storm of emotions raging within her. She attempted to hide her embarrassment by covering her face with her hands, but she couldn’t help herself from stealing furtive glances through her fingers.
It was clear that the scene before her was overwhelming—first, she had watched as I had fucked Semiramis, and now, she had just witnessed Kaguya’s mouth being used in a similar fashion. The sheer intensity of it all was too much for her to bear. Unable to face me, she had retreated to a corner, trembling, and hadn’t even acknowledged the presence of the Goddess.
“W-what did you do to her?” Amaterasu’s voice wavered as she finally spoke, her lips trembling with barely suppressed rage.
The atmosphere around her seemed to crackle with raw energy, the air thick with the palpable anger emanating from her. It was understandable, of course. Any deity would be furious upon witnessing such a scene, especially when it involved one of their most loyal servants. But in this case, she should have thought twice before sending Kaguya to me.
“Just punished her,” I replied with a nonchalant shrug. My tone was deceptively calm, almost casual. “For trying to kill me. She was quite fortunate, you know. I could have killed her instead. You should be happy and grateful toward me, don’t you think?” I added, my voice dripping with arrogance.
Though my words seemed like a simple explanation, the underlying message was clear: I had acted in self-defense and had even shown mercy by sparing Kaguya’s life. There was no longer any justification for her to seek my death, especially since I was merely a human in this world of gods and powerful beings.
Amaterasu’s glare intensified, her eyes burning with a desire to tear me apart limb by limb.
As I observed her, I couldn’t help but acknowledge the sheer beauty that befitted a Goddess. She was the third deity I had encountered after Khione and Aphrodite—or ‘Kami,’ as they were referred to in this world. Her beauty was divine, a perfect blend of ethereal grace and regal power. She was the deity worshipped in the kingdom of Kastoria, the one who had ordered the attack against me.
“Release her,” Amaterasu commanded, her voice firm as she directed a glance toward Rena. “Both of them.”
I raised an eyebrow at her demand, a cold smile playing on my lips. “You think you can order me, Amaterasu?” I asked, my voice laced with icy contempt. I let my hand trail leisurely along Kaguya’s shoulder, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. “Don’t you understand your position here?”
Amaterasu stood there, her eyes locked on mine, her emotions a storm she quickly reined in. The fiery anger that had been simmering just moments ago was now tempered by a cold, calculating calmness. At least she was capable of holding back her rage, even if it was only for now.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“A lot of things,” I replied, a smile curling at the corners of my lips. “But let’s start with something simple. First, you’ll have to swear that Kastoria will no longer launch any unprovoked attacks on Tenebria.”
She hesitated for a brief moment, considering my demand. “I can’t promise that. If Tenebria attacks Kastoria, we’ll have no choice but to retaliate,” she countered asserting the necessity of defense.
“You have a point,” I acknowledged with a slight nod. “Then let’s compromise. Kastoria may retaliate if attacked, but no more large-scale assaults like the one you just attempted—no more preemptive strikes. For what it’s worth, Tenebria has no intention of attacking Kastoria.”
Amaterasu seemed to weigh my words carefully. Finally, she relented. “I swear it on my name, Amaterasu. No more unprovoked attacks on Tenebria. Is that all?”
“Of course not,” I replied, my voice dripping with anticipation. In a swift motion, I conjured an ice sword and held it to Kaguya’s neck. The blade shimmered with cold light, a silent threat hanging in the air.
“You!” Amaterasu’s eyes blazed with renewed fury, her body tensing as if ready to strike.
“One more step, and I’ll kill your beloved servant,” I warned, my voice turning as cold as the sword I held.
“W-what do you want?!” She yelled, her voice cracking under the strain of desperation and fury. It was clear now—Kaguya wasn’t just a subordinate to her; there was a deep bond, a connection that made this threat all the more painful for her.
“My… G-Goddess! Please, let me—” Kaguya began to plead, her voice shaky, but before she could utter another word, I froze her entirely, encasing her in a solid block of ice.
She could mess up my plan.
Amaterasu needed to think alone without any interference.
I was currently playing on a thin line separating me from death after all. This Goddess was capable of killing me instantly.
“Kaguya!” Amaterasu cried out.
“Stay where you are,” I ordered, pressing the sword deeper into the ice that now surrounded Kaguya’s form. The threat was clear—I could end her life with a mere flick of my wrist.
Amaterasu’s fists clenched at her sides, her knuckles white with the effort of restraining herself. Her gaze was scorching, a silent promise of retribution, but she remained rooted to the spot.
Once confirming she didn’t move an inch I spoke.
“I need more than just your words to trust you,” I continued. “A mere promise isn’t enough.”
“And how can I trust you?” she shot back, her voice seething with barely controlled anger. “You could kill Kaguya and Rena the moment I swear not to attack you.”
“Yes, that’s true,” I acknowledged without hesitation. “Which is why we’re not done here yet. Before we continue, I want you to surround this entire area with your divine barriers. I don’t want any other gods knowing what transpires here.”
A flicker of surprise crossed Amaterasu’s face. Clearly, she hadn’t expected me to be aware of the divine interference barriers that gods could create. She was likely wondering how I could possibly know about something so esoteric, so specific to the realm of the divine.
How did I know? The answer was simple.
Every time I had been fucking Khione, she had used a similar barrier to ensure our privacy, making sure that no one could see or hear what we were doing, including our most intimate conversations.
With a sharp snap of her fingers, Amaterasu summoned the barrier, and I could sense it materializing around us—a powerful, invisible force that sealed off the area from prying eyes. The sensation was familiar, the same subtle yet unmistakable presence that I had felt whenever Khione had created such a shield.
It seemed that even Amaterasu, with all her pride and power, had no desire for what happened here to be known either. Her reputation, her dignity as a goddess, would not allow it.
We were now fully enclosed, the world outside this cave completely shut out. It was just the two of us.
Perfect.
I hide my growing smirk and continued the act.