As Yuki enjoyed a wonderful night with Haruhime, atop the Babel Tower, things took an interesting turn.
"Freya-sama, everything is ready."
Bowing deeply, Ottar looked at his Goddess, who was drinking wine and gazing directly at the pleasure district. A red light shot into the sky, illuminating the night—this was the signal for her to act.
"Well, it's time to send that annoying Goddess back to the heavens."
Smirking, Freya took another sip of wine before turning and walking away. This night was crucial, as was the mission entrusted to her.
"Yuki-sama, I hope with this, my feelings reach you."
Walking cheerfully, Freya licked her lips. She was ecstatic about the assigned mission.
(My lady...)
Ottar, on the other hand, clenched his fists, lowering his head. Witnessing his Goddess fall so low was something he regretted deeply.
However, he couldn't do anything. He felt powerless.
(If only I were stronger...)
Recalling that night, Ottar would give his life without hesitation for a bit more strength—enough to prevent his Goddess from entering the monster's lair.
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"Ahhh~...."
At the top of the Babel Tower, a woman moaned in the darkness. She was completely naked, revealing porcelain skin and a beautiful body. Her proportions and curves were enough to captivate any mortal with her beauty.
"Why are you moaning? Do you enjoy this so much? Freya, you're an irredeemable bitch."
Despite her body's allure, the woman was suspended in the air by hands emerging from the darkness, exposing her in a vulgar position.
"Yuki-sama~.... More.... Please... More...."
Despite her embarrassing appearance, the woman had a look of ecstasy on her face as she gazed at the boy in front of her, who held various sexual tools, playing with her in that shameful position.
"More? If you want more, beg like the bitch you are... Come on, say it! Crawl and beg like a whore!"
With a cruel smile, the boy also had a look of ecstasy on his face. However, unlike the woman, the boy's pleasure was entirely different. With a snap of his fingers, the long hands vanished, dropping the woman.
"Yuki-sama! I love you so much! Please give me your precious seed.... YUKI-SAMA, I LOVE YOU~"
Freed from her restraints and on the ground, the woman slithered like a snake, using every part of her body to reach the boy looking at her with disdain.
"Lick it..."
Extending his foot, the boy commanded. While this was humiliation for anyone else, for the woman, it was a heavenly reward.
"Yes! Yes! Yuki-sama!"
Without hesitation, hearts formed in her eyes as she extended her tongue to taste his fingers.
"Guh?!"
However, before her tongue touched his skin, the previously extended foot swiftly moved, forcefully stomping on her and making her kiss the ground. Her extended tongue was bitten by his teeth, causing blood to flow.
"Kihihihi Did you think I'd let you touch me?! A filthy bitch like you doesn't have that right!"
Turning his foot on her head, the boy laughed. Furthermore, a whip materialized in the boy's hand, and he proceeded to whip the woman's exposed back and plump buttocks.
This continued for another 10 minutes until the woman's moans of pleasure and the boy's laughter disappeared.
"Freya... You're a dirty woman, but you're still useful."
Snapping his fingers again, the white hands bound the woman back to her original position.
"Yuki... Sama"
Struggling to smile, the woman disregarded the pain on her body and the red marks adorning her snow-white skin.
"You've been holding back, haven't you?"
Taking the whip, the boy traced her body, whispering these sweet words.
"As my good slave, your master has decided to reward you."
Meanwhile, the boy's smile widened as he ran the whip over her crotch.
"Yuki-sama ~"
With tears in her eyes, the woman was in ecstasy. Her efforts had borne fruit.
"You want it, don't you? My seed~... Well, I'll make an exception for you. Though you'll have to purify yourself, I'll give it to you... I'll try to suppress my nausea, but rejoice, you'll get what you want most. But before that... you'll do something more for me."
In shock, the woman's eyes widened, and she had a little accident down there. Just the thought of her greatest desire being fulfilled caused her body to react independently.
"I WANT IT! I WANT IT! PLEASE, YUKI-SAMA! I'LL DO ANYTHING! LET ME HAVE IT!"
Screaming like a madwoman, the woman moved forcefully, causing the long white hands to tighten their grip.
"Kihihihi, you're quite amazing, huh? A bitch in heat."
Watching the woman's reaction, the boy brought a finger to his lips before running it over the woman's lips, preventing more words from escaping.
"The order is simple... I want you to destroy Ishtar Familia."
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Recalling this caused Ottar's body to tremble violently.
At that moment, he witnessed how low his Goddess had fallen. Although he wanted to step in and kill the boy, he couldn't. He was powerless to defend his Goddess.
He couldn't win, leaving his Goddess at the mercy of the boy.
He couldn't be stronger...
Ottar had been watching the depths to which his Goddess had sunk, feeling the weight of his impotence. The boy possessed overwhelming strength, rendering Ottar unable to resist. From the very first day the boy visited his Goddess, Ottar resisted fiercely, but the blows came so fast that his brain couldn't process them. By the time it was over, his Goddess had transformed into what she was now—a puppet at the mercy of the boy. All her divinity discarded, leaving her in a humiliating mortal guise, her deepest desires subjugated to serve her master.
What Ottar despised the most was that his Goddess embraced all the unreasonable requests of the boy with joy. How long had it been since Ottar witnessed that smile on her face? He couldn't tell; he hadn't seen such an expression since the boy entered their lives. As a son, Ottar's main priority was his Goddess's happiness, but since the boy's arrival, he hadn't seen that smile on her face.
So Ottar hated the boy, despised him enough to venture beyond the 45th floor, facing powerful monsters where he almost died multiple times. Yet, he didn't hesitate, all in an effort to defeat the boy. After all, as a son, he had failed. He had lost completely, as a man and as a member of the Freya family. A boy had achieved in a short time what Ottar couldn't in so long.
His Goddess was happy, and Ottar couldn't help but feel jealous. Sadly, he knew that if everything went well this night, he would lose his Goddess completely. Unfortunately, he couldn't go against the orders, so with deep sadness and a broken heart, Ottar took his sword, accompanying his Goddess to war.
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