I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Chapter 14: Sneaking Out

"Poseidon." Coldly, Khione whispered.

Poseidon.

He was Zeus' brother but also her supposed fiancee.

Her father promised her to Poseidon even though she never accepted it.

She ignored and delayed the process all these years using the excuse of the Demon King to kill.

"What are you doing here, brother? It's rare to see you here?" Zeus asked with a smile.

Usually Poseidon would remain in his palace under water because he didn't like the palace of his brother.

"I came to see my beautiful Khione," Poseidon declared, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Move," Khione coldly pushed Poseidon away.

"Ooouhhh! Always so icy, but I love that about you," Poseidon remarked, licking his lips as he approached Khione once more. "It's time for you to surrender yourself to me, Khione," he insisted.

"I have duties to attend to in the human world," Khione dismissed.

"Oh, forget about them! Let those humans die! No one cares about them!" Poseidon snapped.

"Brother..." Zeus cast a disapproving glance at Poseidon.

"Do you comprehend, brother?! You pursued Hera relentlessly, forcefully fucked her until she relented and became yours! I haven't even gone that far with Khione. I've exercised immense patience, but I've reached my limit," Poseidon declared.

"H-How dare you speak of me like that, Poseidon?!" Hera glared, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Oh, come on, sister. We all know how Zeus ravished you senseless to make you acquiesce," Poseidon grinned. "I heard your moans even from down there."

"YOU!!!" Hera stood up cheeks bright red in anger and embarrassment.

"That's enough, Poseidon," Zeus interjected, shaking his head.

"Do you understand now? I can't hold back much longer. I want her now!" Poseidon declared, his gaze fixed on Khione like a predatory beast.

"Sigh... Khione, it's time for you to accept Poseidon. He's waited long enough," Zeus asserted, taking Poseidon's side.

In front of the Olympian King of Gods, Khione couldn't refuse easily. Still, she spoke up. "At least until we defeat the Demon King.."

"No fucking way! Your useless Heroes will take ten thousand of years before killing him! I want you now." Poseidon glared.

Zeus didn't say anything and looked at Khione. He also thought the same as Poseidon.

Khione bit her lips.

"In three months."

Poseidon's grin widened when he heard that. "Three months?! It's like tomorrow! Ahahaha! Wait for me!!" He cackled before disappearing.

Hera had a smirk on her face.

She was glad of the outcome.

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She didn't like Khione because she knew her husband and brother, Zeus, wanted her also. If not for his brother, he would already fucked her and she knew it.

But now she will get fucked by Poseidon.

("Khione.")

As if Poseidon wasn't enough, Khione heard Nathan's voice. She didn't need to be a genius to understand what would happen. She quickly teleported herself away from the Olympus palace.

'It's still better than Poseidon.'

That was her honest thought despite what Nathan was doing to her.

Because she knew that Poseidon was a lot worse than Nathan when it comes to women.

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As the night draped its velvety shroud over our abode, casting long shadows that danced in the flickering glow of torchlight, the day's activities drew to a close. We had partaken of our evening meal, nourishing ourselves with the bounty provided, before retiring to the solace of our chambers in anticipation of restful slumber.

Yet for me, sleep remained an elusive luxury, slipping through my grasp like grains of sand through an open palm. Call it intuition, call it instinct, but I found myself unable to succumb to the embrace of oblivion like the others.

It was a feeling that had gripped me ever since I had intertwined my fate with that of a goddess, drawing upon her essence in ways that transcended mortal comprehension. From the moment I had first touched Khione's divine energy, I had become attuned to her emotions, sensing the undercurrents of fear and tension that pulsed through her being.

Whatever it was that troubled her, it was not a matter to be taken lightly. If even a goddess could be gripped by fear, then the threat it posed must be formidable indeed.

And so, as the moon cast its silvery glow upon the world below, I resolved to seize the cover of darkness to pursue my own agenda. Screw the Empire and its lofty ideals of strength and responsibility - such burdens were not mine to bear.

No, I'd forge my own road to power, free from the scrutiny and judgment of others. In the calm of the night, while everyone else was sleeping, was the perfect moment to train alone.

I threw on a sturdy, weather-beaten shirt and some worn-in pants, snatching up a sword that was more "borrowed without permission" than legitimately acquired from the palace armory. Tossing on a makeshift hooded cap, I slipped out of my quarters, moving like a shadow in the dimly lit corridors.

The castle was eerily quiet, which suited me just fine. My plan was straightforward: make a hasty exit and summon the Goddess once I was beyond these walls. With her guidance, finding and battling monsters would be a breeze. After all, she wouldn't let me meet my demise, right? I mean, my survival was kind of crucial to her own existence, wasn't it?

Sneaking along with all the stealth I could muster, I halted abruptly at the sound of hurried footsteps echoing down the hall. Ducking into a side passage, conveniently adorned with a display of knightly armor, I held my breath, hoping to remain unseen.

But then, in the darkness, I spotted someone else skulking about. Courtney, of all people. She was draped in a cloak much like mine, which begged the question: what was she doing venturing into the men's quarters?

Opting to remain hidden, I watched as she passed by, her movements betraying a sense of urgency.

"Someone is here?"

Just as I thought we were in the clear, a knight's voice sliced through the silence, sending Courtney into a panic. Without missing a beat, she darted for cover.

And guess who ended up being her unwitting accomplice? Yours truly.

With the knight looming dangerously close, I did the only thing I could think of: I pulled Courtney into the shadows and clamped my hand over her mouth, praying he wouldn't spot us. Thankfully, luck was on our side, and the oblivious knight strolled right past.

"Y..You scared me, Jason!!" Once the coast was clear, Courtney wasted no time in voicing her displeasure, mistaking me for Jason. frёeωebɳovel.com

Seriously? Sure, it was pitch black, but I could see her perfectly well thanks to my enhanced vision not her it seems.

Ah, the irony of it all. Looks like Courtney had snuck out of her room for a rendezvous with this Jason probably to get fucked in his room.

Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I smirked looking at my situation.

Luck is always on my side.

I brought my face closer, inhaling the scent of her perfume that lingered in the air.

She was prepared.

"Ah~ Jason..." Her soft moan escaped her lips as I kissed her neck, intoxicated by her fragrance.

I gently removed her cloak, revealing a tantalizing white negligee that hugged her curves.

Her delicate décolletage was on display, hinting at her petite size but good for her age.

I'd say she was an A cup.

I reached beneath her negligee, cupping her breasts from below, relishing in their softness.

"Hn??~ don't be too rough~" she whispered, her voice filled with pleasure.

Ignoring her plea, I continued to massage her through the fabric, appreciating her beauty.

As expected of one of the top beauties of the school.

Her neck was my next target, as I planted soft kisses along its curve.

"A.. Ahn!" Her moans grew louder, fueling my desire.

"Shh..." I hushed her gently, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss.

Her lips were soft and inviting, urging me to continue.

I savored the sensation as I deepened the kiss, lost in the moment.

"W.. Wait, Jason?" Her hands pressed against my chest, attempting to push me away.

Ignoring her protests, I ran my hands along her thighs, marveling at their softness.

They were undoubtedly feminine, a stark contrast to my own.

When my hands moved dangerously closer to her inner thighs...

"S.. Stop!" Her voice grew more insistent as she pushed me away, pulling down my hood in the process.

Though she couldn't see my face clearly, my white hair gave me away.

"Y.. You!" Her voice was filled with shock and disbelief as she realized my identity.

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