Chapter 34: Saint fall (2) (1/2)

{We are listening.}

A seemingly soft voice sounded in the air. But for Sol, it was like being blasted by the biggest stereo in the world.

He took two unsteady steps before immediately taking Camelia in his hands. She seemed to have fainted. He didn't know why. Even with most of her power gone, she should have been way stronger than him.

*Giggle*

{How c-”How cute. It's really heartwarming that your first action was taking care of my rebellious daughter.”

The voice, that previously sounded as if the sky was falling on him sounded suddenly far less dangerous.

Gathering his wit, he began to observe his surroundings, only to be awed by the sights.

He didn't know where they were, but they were definitely not in the church anymore.

A landscape that seemed to reach the horizon. A black sky full of stars. A soft breeze.

'It's like Teacher's world.'

”Please, do not compare my divine kingdom to a simple alternate dimension.”

This voice was different from the previous one. If the previous one was kind and soft, the new one was charming and sensual.

Slowly raising his head, he saw that just above him, fourteen thrones made out of silver were gently floating and all of them except one were occupied.

One didn't need to be some kind of genius to understand who they were facing.

'So those are the goddesses.'

*Step* *Step*

The sound of the grass being crunched on brought his attention back to the ground.

The sound of those steps brought his attention away from the thrones.

Looking toward the direction those steps were coming from, he saw that they were coming from a woman.

She was wearing beautiful form-fitting golden dresses that seemed to show all her indecent curves. The skirt of the dress was so short that one would be able to see nirvana with just one blow of the wind. Her steps were full of grace and full of charm. This vision was heaven itself.

But, the moment he tried to look at their face,

'Huh?!'

He immediately understood that it was a mistake he should have never committed.

People say. ”Never look at the sun with your naked eyes.”

For Sol, looking at the sun at noon would have been smarter than what he just did.

All his thoughts immediately crashed down quite literally.

”…!!”

It was disorienting. His reason broke down, and blood boiled up in his body like a furnace. His thoughts stopped the moment he saw her face.

Her beauty, which was too fatal to be praised as beautiful, pierced into Sol's eyes. He couldn't explain the features he was looking at. The sight of this beauty which was outside the human domain of cognition was almost like a mental attack.

No, it could only be expressed as a mental attack.

'D-Damn, what is with this face…?' His eyes felt like they were melting away as he looked at the goddess's face.

An intrigued smile formed on her face as she walked closer to him.

''N-no.'

His five senses were running wild with desire for her, urging him to let go of his strings of reason. Urging him to lay down with her and forget everything. He wanted to fuck her. **** her. Make a mess of her. Cover her with his scent.

'I-I refuse.'

Something screamed in him.

That he shouldn't let go of his reason.

That he shouldn't listen to the urge that was burning him.

”Hah… If you look at me with those eyes, I am going to become shy, okay?” The corners of her mouth raised slightly, seemingly amused by his struggle.

The moment he heard his voice, his reason nearly completely melted away.

He understood.

This was a sin.

This was a god.

This was something that stood outside of human capacity to understand.

No male creature could resist her. Sol's instincts stopped responding as soon as he realized this fact

If he persevered more than this, his brains would boil up and he would die.

It wasn't a probability. But a fact. A reality. Her beauty was an authority. Something that could not be defied.

*Urgh*

His eyes were bleeding. His nose was bleeding. His skin was turning red.

The woman looked at Sol's state in shock before murmuring. ”Impressive.”

Shortly after that, Sol's head became as cold as ice as if doused by a bucket of cold water.