And this young man rivaled that body himself. And his face was also not that bad. He was not that handsome, but he was handsome nonetheless... he could even become a model if he so wished.
He was a God at the end.
But what attracted everyone, especially the maids and the young heroines either than his apex figure hidden by his attire, was his walk. A work whereby every step embodied pride itself, as if he owned this entire Temple.
"...."
But that was not all, for right besides him, there was a beautiful young lady of epitome charm that transcended almost to the level of True Goddesses.
She had an expressionless face, as her sky blue, icy cold eyes glared at everything like an Empress. Her delicate facial features seemingly lust inducing, and her body figure... beyond even Outer Goddesses.
She was so beautiful, she could probably challenge even the Outer Goddess of Beauty herself in terms of charm along. Both being walled side by, undisturbed by the soroundings.
