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A pair of large, soft mounds pressing against my chest and a sleepy feminine murmur in my ear woke me up. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and found myself staring down at a cherubic round face peacefully asleep and nuzzling against my chest, while a deep expanse of bodacious cleavage squished into my stomach.
I could feel the pulsing hardness between my legs, my morning wood straining to rise up. It was only thanks to the fact it was stuck between my closed legs that Hestia wasn't the proud victim of my erection pushing right up against her crotch. With how small she was, even nuzzling my chest with her face, her lower body was perfectly positioned against mine. And I found myself licking my lips and withholdings the urge to take two great big greedy handfuls of her backside.
I sighed lightly. As absurdly beautiful as Hestia is, and with a complete virgin killer body of the highest tier, I refused to do something like that. There's just something too pure about Hestia to think of just having my fill of her body.
At least not without her actively encouraging it.
Taking a deep breath, I quashed my horniness and gently hoisted the tiny goddess up slightly into the air by taking her around the hips. With her weight pressing down on me and my lack of leverage, that would have been all but impossible for me to manage yesterday. But with the blessing of the falna, on top of the monster magic stone Hestia graciously let me devour last night increasing all of my stats massively, it was as easy as breathing. I rolled out from underneath her and gently lowered her down onto the bed and pulled the sheet over her.
For a minute, I just stared at her, taking in her lovely features. I thought I'd come to terms with it fully last night, but just watching her made my stomach flutter with butterflies. This Hestia, the goddess of the hearth and family. The main goddess of the Danmachi franchise.
I'm in a world I previously thought was totally fictional. I have been blessed by her power, and I'm easily three times as strong as I was just yesterday, if not more so. A staircase towards divinity has been inscribed upon my back, and I've been blessed with perhaps the most overpowered ability available in this setting.
There's some draw backs in comparison, but my ability, Typhon is wholly superior to the ability of Zald, the former strongest adventurer in the entirety of Orario before the poison of the Behemoth weakened him. If it were not for that fact, he would likely still be the very strongest adventurer right now.
'….Typhon is even more bullshit than Realis Phrase.' I snorted at the thought. But it really was true. If I say, joined the Freya Familia after I got her interest, she would spare no expense. I could have had fucking Ottar going down to the eighteenth floor and lugging back the Goliath's magic stone. I'd probably hit a thousand in nearly every stat from the get go from that, and on top of that, gain its regeneration ability.
I shuddered at the thought. It's absurd, truly absurd. Typhon could honestly be classified as pay to win. I wouldn't ever need to go adventuring to get stronger. If I had a backer with enough money, I could become the strongest this world has to offer….while sitting on my ass. That is how bullshit my ability is.
I'm not a saint. The temptation is there to leave Hestia and try and get with another higher up familia. But no, fuck that. I'd much rather have Hestia in my corner than the instant gratification of monstrous growth.
..And it might be an effect of my skill. But the thought of sitting on my ass and having everything handed to me rubbed me the wrong way. I liked the idea of being Hestia's only child, I loved the idea of getting all her attention to myself, and my blood pulsed with excitement at the thought of personally clawing my way up from the bottom to the top.
Plus, Hestia is Bestia.
I found myself smiling then as I watched over my sleeping patron goddess, before frowning as she shivered lightly for a moment. The bed was small, and the only covering she had over her was a thin sheet, not even a quilt.
That just isn't right.
My eyes went to my jacket folded over the couch. Nodding to myself, I walked over and grabbed it, before walking back over and laying it over the top of the sheet covered Hestia. "There, that should keep you a bit more warm." I smiled. I'll have to do something about this today, but with her size, and my jacket being double layered, it should do for now.
Plus it was a really expensive jacket and the sleeves were already frayed because of the shit I went through when I woke up in the dungeon yesterday. I didn't want it getting totally ruined, it was a gift after all. Not to mention, my phone, ear buds, solar charger, ear bud charger, keys and wallet were in there.
It would leave me a bit more exposed in the dungeon, but...I've already got that covered. My eyes went down to side of the bed, landing on the glittering crystal gauntlets laying there.
...Last night, I couldn't sleep. So I played about with the abilities I'd gained. It was hard to describe suddenly having the ability to do something and the complete instinctive knowledge on how to use it just suddenly in my head, but I'd confirmed it wasn't bullshit in the least. Crystal Armour, the ability I'd gained from eating the monster magic stone last night given to me by Hestia, which she claimed came from a Crystal Mantis, a powerful monster from the middle floors. A monster I vaguely remembered reading about on the Danmachi wiki.
I had the ability to generate crystal armour with the ability. Very hard, very sturdy crystal armour. I'm not sure how hard and sturdy, but it had to easily be on the level of iron. I couldn't make much of it right now though. Just making those gauntlets had drained almost all of my magic energy, and I'd barely gotten them off last night before darkness overcame me as I hit Mind Zero.
I bent down and picked them up, slipping them on. They came right up to just the end of my forearm and I clenched my fingers into fists. I noted they were rough and jagged, not at all smooth on the outside. But that was good, it meant I'd just do more damage if I hit anything with them.
I took one last look at Hestia, before turning on my heel and leaving up through the stairs. I grabbed my bayonet knuckle dusters from the table on my way passed, and ignored the plate of potato balls sitting in a small bowl, leaving them for Hestia. I'm hungry as hell, but I'll take care of that later after I go rake in some cash from the dungeon.