*Morsi's Mansion*
"Nut, wake up!"
"Nut! Nut, wake up!"
Nut slowly opened her eyes, stretching on the bed before finally focusing on Aposis. "Demon lord Aposis?"
"Yes, it's me. Wake up already—it's already midday," Aposis said, gently shaking her.
Nut yawned loudly and sat up, staring at him with confusion.
"I can see you're still weak from the will enhancement process… or is it that you no longer wish to see Geb?" Aposis asked, locking eyes with her.
At the mention of "Geb," Nut sprang from the bed, ready for whatever command or wish he might have.
"Aposis, I still do wish to see my Geb. Now that I'm awake, I want to know what's on your mind," she said, determination burning in her eyes.
"Good," Aposis exhaled. "I have arranged a meeting with him this noon. All you have to do is bathe," he said, pointing toward the bathroom, "and get dressed in this." He held out a beautiful black dress. "I'm sure you'll look stunning in it—my eyes never fail me," he added with a reassuring smile.
"When you're ready, meet me downstairs. I'm confident you'll find your way—during the enhancement, I gave you a little awareness to help you handle yourself when I'm not close." His tone hardened as he turned and left the room, leaving her alone.
Nut stared after him. His words felt unnecessary; she already knew this place like the back of her hand, as if she had lived here all her life. But she dared not speak—anything could cost her the chance to see her brother. So she kept quiet and listened carefully as he spoke with an elegant air.
When he finally left, Nut rose quickly, unwilling to waste a moment. She longed to see Geb.
Stripping off her gown, she rushed into the bathroom, taking a refreshing bath. Upon exiting, she noticed an array of skincare products on the dressing table. Though unfamiliar with their exact use, she was Nut—once famous for her meticulous care of her looks in ancient times—and this present Egypt wouldn't take that away from her.
She applied lotions, face cream, oils, body spray, perfumes, and makeup—treating her mortal body with the same dedication as in her sky abode. Back then, her maids bathed her, washed her feet, and applied her body care. She'd always been obsessed with her appearance, and it showed: she was the most beautiful Egyptian goddess, both in her god form and mortal body.
Minutes later, she admired herself in the mirror with satisfaction. She had done a perfect job; anyone seeing her now would think she was a seasoned beauty expert.
She rose from the chair, picked up the black dress from the bed, and found the matching black underwear Aposis had left. As she dressed, she wondered why Aposis insisted on everything being dark—from dress to underwear to shoes. What was his reason? She brushed the thought aside, admiring her reflection.
She looked gorgeous—like the goddess she was. Her white hair was combed and tied in a bun, exposing her long, slender neck. One thought ruled her mind as she prepared: 'to seduce Geb'.
She was sure he missed her, but she wanted to heighten the torture. She wanted him to drool at her sight, to crave and devour her immediately. Ever since their separation, she had longed for his touch and wished he felt the same lustful desire she did.
She slipped on the black heels and took a few tentative steps, learning to walk in them since she had never worn heels before. Back in her time, gods and mortals alike walked barefoot, though adorned with jewels. Their feet always felt the soil beneath.
Here she was, mastering the unfamiliar clack of heels. She nearly fell at first but regained her balance before touching the floor. She breathed deeply and tried again—this time walking with pride, the goddess she was. Her hips swayed to the rhythm of the heels. After a few more steps, she found her confidence and walked comfortably, proud of her progress.
Ready, she stepped out and catwalked downstairs. Arriving at the hallway where she had stood the night before, she let her gaze rake over the surroundings. Suddenly, a voice broke her reverie.
"You really are beautiful. I didn't expect you'd use the awareness I gave you so efficiently. You are a wonderful goddess, and I'm glad to have you by my side."
Nut turned toward the voice, puzzled. The speaker was just a few paces away.
"Who are you?" she asked.
Aposis wasn't surprised she didn't recognize him—he wore Morsi's form, since he intended to visit Nessy Saadid and wanted to conceal his true identity.
"It's me, Nut, demon lord Aposis," he said, shedding the disguise.
Nut gasped, eyes wide. "Aposis! Who is the mortal whose form you took?" she asked curiously.
"This…" Aposis began, donning the disguise again, "is Morsi Mubarak, son of the president of present-day Egypt. He owns this mansion and all the assets you see around," he said casually.
"And where is his soul?" Nut inquired.
"In my underworld abode, among my league of slaves," he answered with an evil smile.
Nut was not shocked; after all, he was the demon lord, and possessing mortals was his specialty.
"So why do you need him?" she pressed, still unclear.
"My dear, you will know why when we see Geb. Shall we go? We're already running late," Aposis said, meeting her searching blue orbs with his now brown eyes.
Nut nodded, and he led the way outside.
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*Thirty Minutes Ago*
*Saadid Company*
"That's beautiful! Now give me a feisty pose with a hint of romance... Yes, that's it! Awesome—just awesome!" The photographer's excited voice echoed from the studio.
He was photographing the campaign for Saadid's latest product: Ne_see hair wash and shampoo.
As the name suggested, the focus was on hair. Nessy's thick black curls were soaked, water dripping over her bare shoulders, adding spice to the photos. She wore an off-shoulder white gown that enhanced her natural beauty.
The Saadid company never needed a professional model—its CEO was born to be one.
Nessy had asked Geb to feature in the photos with her, and he'd eagerly accepted, unwilling to let another man touch her. Though they hadn't labeled their relationship, they were certain of their feelings.
Geb looked stunning, too. His short black hair was wet and curled, matching Nessy's white attire with a white shirt and trousers. They looked like gods and goddesses descended from heaven, and the photographer adored them as a couple.
They posed romantically, feistily, erotically, and everything in between. After the shoot, they headed to the restroom to freshen up.
Geb's self-control slipped the moment they entered together. Though he could have used the secretary's restroom, he didn't want to waste the opportunity.
He pressed Nessy against the wall, kissing her deeply. She moaned into his mouth as he savored every inch.
"You're incredibly beautiful, and you tempted me all day," Geb whispered huskily, breaking the kiss.
Nessy blushed and pecked his cheek. "Thanks," she murmured, unsure if it was the right response.
Geb smiled and leaned in for another kiss—cut short by a voice outside the restroom.
"Ma'am, Sir Morsi Mubarak is here to see you…"
'Morsi?!'
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