Althea lay on the bed, pale shoulders rising and falling with quiet, controlled breaths. Her divine composure was cracking—barely—but enough to feel.
She looked like she was about to either kill me or devour me whole.
With a Real Violence as if wanting too Torn me too Pieces
Eyes like burning rubies locked onto mine, and in their depths, I saw both hatred… and confusion. Her pride had been wounded—pierced not by violence, but by sensation. That alone was probably more humiliating than any prison.
I sighed and took a step back. "Let's take a break."
For a moment, she said nothing. Then she turned her head, lips parting slightly in a cold, subtle exhale.
"Shut it your voice irritate me" Her voice was cool again, hiding the quiet shiver still lingering in her limbs.
I didn't respond. Instead, I collapsed onto a nearby chair, the old wood creaking beneath me. My muscles ached—not from combat, but from focus.
It had taken an entire night to gather those. And I still had no idea how many I needed to reach even F- Rank.
I gritted my teeth.
In my last life, I had reached C-Rank in three years. That was considered impossible But now, with this body—weak and broken—and starting again at G-, the climb felt steeper than ever.
Except this time, I had something different.
The System.
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I closed my eyes and focused. Within the inherited memories from this body, a detail surfaced:
Tomorrow—there would be a competition at the academy.
First place would win a B-Rank artifact a necklace that boosted all attributes artifac
My eyes opened, sharp. That kind of artifact could boost me out of the gutter. Even if I was still stuck at G-Rank, twenty percent more across the board could mean faster training, stronger clones, better survival odds.
I stood up. Althea raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"I'm going to clean up," I muttered.
To my surprise, she sighed softly and purified herself with a wave of faint blue energy. Her icy glow cleansed her body of sweat and lingering tension. The soft scent of mint and starlight filled the room.
And yet… as the divine mist faded from her skin, I caught a flicker of realization in her expression.
"Hmm~ I'm stronger?" she murmured.
She looked down at her hands, summoning a speck of icy light between her fingers. It was tiny—barely a flicker—but it hadn't been there before.
Her lips pressed into a frustrated line. "It's like… I've recovered the strength of a single dust grain."
I turned, towel over my shoulder. "Then you did regain something."
She narrowed her eyes. "i guess this is what your doing in that so called System you have" She was genuinely surprised
Since her a Goddess had been restricted
"Maybe?" My voice teasing
She fell silent. The glow in her fingers faded.
"The System…" she whispered, more to herself than me. "It empowers you through pleasure. Every reaction I gave, every sound… it made you stronger. Even though my power is sealed, my body responds. And that response feeds your system…"
Her voice trailed off, thoughtful. Then she laughed, softly.
"What kind of insane entity would design something like this?"
I shrugged. "If you ever meet the system's creator, ask them."
She chuckled again—low, amused, and bitter.
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After a quick shower, I changed into clean clothes and returned to find Althea already dressed again—this time in a shimmering white gown that resembled frostwoven silk. She stood near the window, gazing out at the city below with unreadable eyes.
"I have a plan," I said, voice calm and serious. "Will you cooperate?"
She glanced back at me, her usual cold expression back in full force. "Do I have a choice?"
"You always do."
She studied me a moment longer, then gave a single, reluctant nod. "Explain it."
I walked her through the layout of the academy, the rules of the competition, and the artifact reward. "Once the necklace appears, we act."
She didn't interrupt. She listened—intently, quietly—and then said, "Understood."
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To help our cover, I decided to take her outside.
I grabbed her hand. She froze, clearly not expecting physical contact again so soon. But this wasn't the same as before. This wasn't a moment of heat or domination. Just… necessity.
We strolled through the city streets under the afternoon sun. I could feel the tension in her fingers, but she didn't pull away.
She hadn't been in the mortal realm for centuries. For a goddess who once ruled a Realm, even a noisy market street was novel.
We stopped at a modest restaurant. Althea examined the menu like it was a foreign scroll. "What is… grilled beef?"
"You'll like it."
She didn't smile, but she didn't argue either.
To my surprise, she ate more than I expected. Not just fruits Real food. She tasted grilled meat, spicy broth, even shaved ice topped with condensed milk.
She said nothing as she ate, but I caught the faintest hint of interest in her eyes.
Hours passed like that—walking, observing, her saying little, me spending more than I could afford. She took advantage of it, too. Choosing the most expensive dishes, the fanciest desserts.
By the time we returned to the apartment, my wallet had died a noble death.
I sighed as I dropped the bags. "You really enjoyed that, didn't you?"
She turned, licking the corner of her lips with regal indifference. "You summoned me."
"…I think I liked you better when you were threatening to kill me."
Honestly i felt the Slap of poverty Making my Money Cutted by more than Half
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The apartment had been cleaned while we were gone
The moment we stepped inside, I turned to her.
Without warning, I summoned the restriction seal again—divine threads of light that gently wrapped around her arms and torso. She stiffened as I pushed her toward the bed.
"My~ The Dog is in Heat Now~" she murmured.
"You Know there's not anything free in this World" My voice teasing with mockery
She tilted her head, amused. "My, my. Mortals really are creatures of heat."
I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Then let's do it slowly, if that's what you want."
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I moved with care—but less hesitation than last time.
This time, I knew what I was doing. I bypassed teasing, touching the sensitive points I'd memorized from our first session. The system responded immediately:
[+0.2]
[+0.5 Critical]
Her body arched slightly beneath me as I kissed along her collarbone and caressed the hollows of her underarms—her most ticklish spot. Her breath hitched.
She Moaned quietly.
"You're… relentless. Nnngh~! "
I continued, hands exploring gently but firmly, lips finding all the places that made her tremble.
She bit her lip hard, refusing to moan—but her hands gripped the sheets. Her body, still restrained by the divine seal, had no escape.
"You're not resisting," I whispered.
"I'm enduring," she snapped.
But her eyes betrayed her. Not submission—but confusion. Frustration. And something deeper the fear of how good it felt.
When I reached the peak of her sensitivity, I paused.
Her body was trembling, just a breath from the edge.
I smirked. "Beg for it."
She stared at me, wide-eyed.
"What?"
"You heard me." I pulled back slightly. "Beg. Ask me to finish."
"You…!" Her voice faltered, caught between fury and fluster.
Her pride was shattering piece by piece—and she knew it.
I stepped back. The restrictions faded.
She collapsed slightly, panting, her Clothes tangled and her eyes wide with shock and heat.