Chapter 175: Luxuria (1) (1/2)
As the sun slowly rose in the sky, a ray of light shone on Sol's face, slowly forcing him awake.
Opening his eyes, refreshed after a good night of sleep, he tried to stand up, but stopped once he became aware of the weight on him.
Looking down, he was startled at the sight of purple hair draped all over his chest. Thankfully, his mind kicked into gear and he remembered the events that led to this.
Last night, after their discussion about her relationship with Lilith, Lilin had clearly stated that she wished to spend the night with him.
When she did so, the little head of Sol had been screaming to go for it. But, the rational part of his mind ultimately stopped him.
He had absolutely nothing against finally spending his first night with her. No matter what their blood relation was, it did not really matter to him.
But he did not wish for it to happen like this.
He felt as if she just wanted to throw herself away in sex and forget everything.
Sadly, escapism was not something Sol could condone.
Escapism generally led to depression, and depression to morbid thoughts. Having one person with suicidal tendencies near him was more than enough.
That was why, rather than having a wild and passionate night, they simply kissed and cuddled until she finally fell asleep.
Weirdly, Sol did not feel particularly pent up. Of course, sleeping with a woman such as Lilin who exhibited an odd mix of sexiness and cuteness without touching her was sort of torture.
But moments like this filled his heart with contentment and happiness.
No relationship could rely on sex, no matter how good, to last long. In the end, the most important thing was to understand, protect and support each other.
Even though two humans could never completely understand each other, it was necessary to come as close as possible.
Sol sighed. Sometimes, he wondered why a simple teen like him had to deal with so much mess.
Even during his first life, he was nothing more than a random university student between millions upon millions in the world.
He had nothing particularly special about him.
He was not particularly good at anything, but neither was he particularly bad.
He was not a super-hidden genius that was bored with life nor was he a NEET that thought the world was a shitty game.
Simply and clearly average.
[Is that so?]
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In Medea's world, Ambrosia, who was chatting happily with Medea and Freya, suddenly frowned before shrugging.
It had nothing to do with her and it wasn't like she could stop it even if she wished to
”Mother?”
”Hum? Haha don't mind me, I was just wondering how much your charm was lacking for Persephone to beat you even though she came later. What did you do? Did you ask for a child or something?”
”Ugh.”
”You didn't...You did! Oh my goddess, I never thought you could be so dumb.”
Ambrosia laughed out loud while teasing the red-faced Freya.
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In the church, Camelia, who was hugging her pillow as she slept, suddenly opened her eyes wide.
Standing up, she murmured,
”What are you doing?”
She waited but received no answers.
Helplessly, she could only lay back on the large bed with worry etched on her face.
She wasn't worried about what could happen to Sol. She knew that Sol was simply too important for the goddesses.
She was worried about the possibility of him thinking this was another scheme of hers or that she did not warn him in advance.
She was already on the fence, and she did not need someone to pull her down deeper.
*Cough* *Cough*
Covering her mouth with her hand, she sighed once her body stopped trembling and looked at the now bloodied hand.
A few seconds later, the blood slowly evaporated as it transformed into golden particles of light.
She had not told Sol the complete truth about the ritual back then. It would not harm her, but that was only when it wasn't broken.