"By now... you should have it memorized, right?"
A soft, alluring voice drifted into Timothy's ear, carried by a faint, fragrant breeze.
Sylvia's eyes shimmered like a calm autumn lake, clear yet tinged with a subtle intoxication.
Timothy's body stiffened slightly, almost involuntarily.
He never would have imagined that the goddess could have such a seductive side!
If he had already reached the Transcendence Realm, if he had already become a Holy Emperor, he would have stripped her right then and there!
Suppressing the surge of desire in his heart, Timothy picked up his brush and began to paint.
"Beauty can easily cloud the mind."
Muttering to himself, he gradually let go of the turbulent emotions within, focusing entirely on the painting in front of him.
They say the final touch brings a painting to life.
The piece was nearly perfect, lacking only that final, crucial detail.
