Chapter 20: Date, Interuption, and…Oh Goddess
~R-18 Later Ahead~
Warm sunlight entered in through the curtains of Demeter's bedroom, warming the room gold. The sheets were still warm. All was still—except for the quiet rustling of movement.
Chico stirred.
He was half-asleep, face turned into the pillow, when the bed shifted next to him. A soft weight lifted off the mattress, followed by a faint rustle of fabric.
His eyes blinked open groggily.
Demeter sat near the edge of the bed, stretching in the sunlight. She wore a soft, short robe the color of cream and gold, her long hair cascading around her shoulders.
She noticed him watching.
With a fond smile, she looked back at him. "Morning, dear. I'll be starting early today."
Chico made a quiet sound that might've been a hum. He smiled, eyes half-lidded. "I'll sleep in a little. Gotta be sharp for our date."
Demeter's smile brightened. She crossed back over and leaned down, embracing him warmly with one arm while her other hand cradled his face. She placed a kiss on his cheek—soft, affectionate, lingering just long enough to make him flush faintly.
"I can't wait," she whispered against his skin.
He chuckled quietly, eyes already drifting closed again. "Me neither…"
Then he slipped back into sleep—smiling.
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When Chico awoke again, the sun had fully risen. The room was quiet, and the sheets beside him were empty and cool.
He yawned, sat up slowly, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
'Alright', he thought. 'Time to get ready'.
He made his way to his own room, where his outfit was neatly arranged. He stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away any lingering drowsiness. His muscles felt solid beneath his hands. The soreness from yesterday was already fading.
After drying off, he towel-dried his hair and took his time grooming. He slicked his black hair back—sharp and clean—and took a long look at himself in the mirror.
Then came the outfit.
He pulled on a sleek black dress shirt, its dark color absorbing the light. The fabric fit like it was tailored for him—tight at the chest and arms, but comfortable. The black buttons gleamed subtly. His dress slacks clung snugly around his waist and legs, accentuating how much his physique had changed since arriving in this world. Then came a pair of lavish boots—black, polished, and expensive-looking, but designed for flexibility. Dungeon-worthy. Ball-ready.
He gave himself one last look in the full-length mirror.
And he stopped.
He stared.
This wasn't the same guy who'd arrived in Genkai barely more than a month ago. This wasn't the exhausted temp worker. This wasn't the aimless young man.
This was someone new.
Someone different.
He ran a hand down the front of his shirt, marveling at the definition of his body, the calm intensity in his eyes.
Chico stood straighter.
"I've really changed," he murmured.
The weight of that hit him. Not just physically—but mentally, emotionally. He wasn't just here anymore. He was living.
And now, he was going on a date.
With Demeter.
A real goddess. Kind, warm, teasing, beautiful. An amazing woman.
He smiled slowly.
"I wouldn't trade this for anything," he said under his breath. "Nothing at all."
His reflection stared back at him with quiet determination.
And as he stepped away from the mirror, one thought echoed in his mind like a vow:
'I will become strong. Strong enough to protect this. Strong enough so nothing will take this from me.'
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~POV Demeter~
Demeter rose early.
She wanted to start the day early—not just to get ahead of preparations, but because…she needed time.
Time to gather her thoughts. To breathe. To prepare herself for the day. Theirday.
She slipped out of Wheat Manor, her steps quiet against the morning stone. The city was just waking up, shopkeepers sweeping their fronts, the smell of bread and meat already in the air.
The divine bathhouse wasn't far.
As she walked, her mind turned—inevitably, irresistibly—to Chico.
Gods, that young man.
Her lips curled into a smile before she could stop it. Her fingers fiddled with the hem of her robe absently as she thought about him—not just his strength or his courage, though those were obvious. It was everything else. The little things.
The beautiful color of his eyes. The way that they can show so much emotion
How safe she felt in his embrace.
How he smiled when he spoke to her.
Oh stars above, that smile.
He had a way of pulling people in without even trying. His sincerity, his drive…it was real. Rare. Beautiful.
And of course, his body didn't exactly make it easier to think straight.
Demeter chuckled under her breath, her cheeks warming just a little as her thoughts turned more… physical. She hadn't failed to notice how he'd grown—how his training had sculpted him, how every status update gave her a front-row view. She never stared, of course.
Except when she absolutely did.
He was carved like a divine statue, yet so humanly warm when he held her.
She cleared her throat softly, smiling to herself as her thoughts drifted a little further.
It was funny, really…
When he first explained some of his traits…though not all of them...
One of them enhanced his attraction to…well, mothers, broadly speaking. Another one? Something to do with harems. Most gods might have balked at the implications, especially the possessive types.
But not her.
No, she definitely qualified under both, and she didn't mind one bit.
She loved how he looked at her. Adored how he made her feel—desired, appreciated, loved. There was no confusion or hesitation behind his eyes when he reached for her. There was only honesty, even when words failed him.
And when he felt uncertainty about his own traits and told her the truth, oh that melted her heart. Even just the day before when he wanted to confess what happened, how he feared to upset her…
And maybe their relationship had progressed quickly. Maybe things had unfolded faster than they might have in another time.
But Demeter didn't regret a second of it.
Chico was special. In ways deeper than he even realized yet.
And she? She was falling for him. Harder each day. She didn't even want to stop herself.
"It's too late for that," she murmured softly to herself, smile returning as the divine bathhouse came into view.
There'd be time for worries later—about the dungeon, about the future, about the deepening ache in her chest whenever he vanished down those stairs.
But not now.
Now, she would bathe.
Then she'd pick up her dress. Something different. Something sleek. Something black—nothing like her usual style.
She could already picture the look on his face when he saw her.
And tonight, she would shine—not as a fertility goddess.
But as the woman who loved him.
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The divine bathhouse sat nestled near the heart of Orario, where only gods and goddesses were allowed to step. Its towering marble columns, cascading water features, and gentle ambient lighting offered an opulence worthy of the heavens, and yet it held a quiet, contemplative atmosphere. The ceiling arched high overhead like a temple vault, delicate murals of stars and gardens painted along its curves. Heated mist drifted through the air, swirling through the warmth and silence like incense.
Demeter stepped inside.
Only a handful of deities ever visited at this hour. Today, the great inner chamber—the women's side—was near silent. She could see no others in sight as she walked past the changing alcoves and dressing mirrors. The only sound was the faint trickle of running water and the soft thump of her bare feet against stone.
She set aside her robe, took her time with the pre-bath rituals. Creams first—lavender oil, a softening serum imported from the south, a light moisturizer to smooth the skin. She rubbed in the balm carefully, always humming as she worked. Then she reached for a bar of soap—rich with herbal notes and citrus undertones—wrapped herself in a towel, and stepped toward the steaming pool.
The warm water embraced her. Heat settled into her joints, washing away the early morning chill. She let her head rest against the smooth stone edge, eyes half-lidded. It wasn't just her body that relaxed—it was her spirit. The weight of plans and emotions melted for a moment, drifting into the steam.
Until the doors opened again.
Footsteps echoed, slow and graceful.
Demeter opened one eye lazily, half-curious, half-annoyed that her private moment might end.
And then she blinked.
A tall, elegant figure entered the chamber with effortless grace, silver hair cascading like moonlight, hips swaying with divine pride. She disrobed wordlessly and moved toward the pool.
"Freya, darling," Demeter greeted, surprised, but pleased. "It's been too long…"
Freya turned slightly, her lips curving. "Demeter. How lovely to see you again. As radiant as always."
They hadn't spoken in months. Not since the last banquet, and even then, only in passing. Over the centuries, Demeter was one of the few Goddesses close to Freya, Demeter saw the Goddess of Beauty as a true friend.
Freya sank into the water next to her, the heat fogging the space between them. Her voice was as smooth as silk. "I was overdue for a visit. Figured I'd treat myself. And you?"
Demeter chuckled softly, cheeks tinting faintly pink. "I'm preparing for a date."
That got Freya's full attention.
"A date?" she repeated with surprise. "Now that's something I haven't heard from you in a very long time."
Demeter nodded, a wistful smile tugging at her lips. "Yes, well…I suppose I just hadn't met the right person. Not until recently."
Freya tilted her head. "And this one?"
"He's wonderful," Demeter said without hesitation. "Such a kind and considerate soul, strong yet gentle, brave yet cautious…my Chico is special. So very special." Her blush had increased and her smile even more wide.
Freya blinked, genuinely taken aback. "You sound like a maiden in love."
Demeter only smiled at that. "Perhaps I am."
The warmth of the bath soaked into her bones, but the feeling inside her was even warmer. Yet—underneath the joy and giddiness—something else stirred. That little seed of fear she'd carried since Chico's first Dungeon dive, and it has only grown. With his encounter yesterday, and with his new ability…
Now's the time.
She shifted closer to Freya, slowly enough not to startle her. Their shoulders touched.
Freya glanced sideways, a hint of confusion in her gaze—until she saw the look on Demeter's face. The vulnerability. The softness.
"What's wrong?" Freya asked, tinged with curiosity and a bit of concern.
Demeter drew a breath. "I said Chico was special. But I didn't say how much."
Her voice faltered for a moment, but she pressed on. "I could spend an hour explaining just how special he is. His strength, his heart, his potential. But not here. Not like this."
Freya's eyes sharpened slightly, reading more between the lines.
"I'm scared, Freya," Demeter admitted. "I know what the Dungeon can do. I've seen too many children fall, even some of my own. And Chico…he's already diving deeper. Growing faster. And I can't—I won't—stand by while the world sharpens its fangs at him."
Her fingers clutched gently at the towel draped across her lap.
"So I wanted to ask…" she continued, voice softer now. "Tomorrow, during the Banquet of Gods…can we speak? Privately. Not as Goddesses, but as friends."
Freya was quiet.
Then she smiled.
And this one—this one felt real. Not the seductive mask, not the calculated smile she wore in public.
It was warm. Genuine.
"Of course," she said. "I'll make time. I promise."
She reached out and hugged Demeter gently, the kind of embrace only another goddess could give—filled with understanding and weightless grace.
"I'll listen. And I hope your date is everything you dream it to be."
With that, Freya stood and began drying off, glancing at a nearby water clock.
"I'd better go," she said with a light chuckle. "Duty calls."
She waved over her shoulder as she disappeared into the steam.
Demeter leaned back in the bath, tension slipping from her shoulders, heart steadier than it had been all morning.
She wasn't alone in this.
'Thank you, Freya.'
Her mind shifted, now clearer. There was another goddess she would need to visit soon—one who could help provide the perfect materials to upgrade his armor…perhaps even a mythril sword?
But that would be for another day.
Today was special.
Today, she would be going on a date.
She smiled to herself as she dried off, reapplying a touch of lavender oil to her skin. She dressed in her usual garb—light, flattering, effortlessly divine—but her real statement would come later.
Because just before the play at the Coliseum…she'd change.
Into that dress.
The one that would make Chico's jaw drop.
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The sun was high in the sky by the time Chico arrived at the agreed meeting spot—just outside one of Orario's many ornate plazas. Lively chatter filled the air, as market stalls flanked the wide brick walkways, selling everything from fruit preserves and ribboned pastries to enchanted combs and imported silk. Musicians played soft melodies on the corners, and banners danced in the breeze overhead.
Chico stood tall, dressed in the sleek black outfit, sleek buttoned dress shirt along with fitted black dress slacks, can't forget about the multipurpose boots, for style and adventures. It was stylish, a bit mysterious, and undeniably eye-catching. A few passing girls whispered among themselves, casting shy glances his way. He didn't notice them, considering his eyes were shut.
He was holding a bouquet.
It wasn't the gaudy type—just six flowers, carefully chosen. Two white lilies, three honey colored chrysanthemums, and a single soft violet nestled in the center. The arrangement had taken him nearly twenty minutes to decide on, and it was wrapped in a muted gold ribbon.
Then he heard approaching footsteps. He opened his eyes and saw her.
Demeter emerged from the nearby street with her usual grace, wearing one of her signature dresses—elegant but practical. Her warm hair was tied up loosely behind her head, letting a few sunlit curls cascade freely around her cheeks. Her eyes sparkled the moment they met his.
Chico's heart gave a quiet lurch.
"Hey," he said, voice warm, a little nervous. "You look beautiful."
Demeter's smile deepened. "You're looking sharp yourself, Chico. That outfit suits you far too well."
He stepped forward and extended the flowers. "These are for you."
Her expression softened instantly. She accepted the bouquet delicately, pressing the petals to her nose, eyes fluttering closed.
"They're lovely…" she murmured. "I love them. Thank you."
"Thought you might," he replied with a gentle grin.
Their hands brushed as she took them, and she didn't let the contact go quickly. For a moment, neither spoke—they just stood there, smiling, comfortable in the silence.
Then Demeter looked around at the bustling plaza. "So, where to, my beloved?"
Chico gave a theatrical bow. "Anywhere and everywhere."
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They wandered.
For the next two and a half hours, the two of them meandered through Orario's central districts, slipping through open markets, boutique shops, and the occasional hidden alley stall that only the locals seemed to know about.
Demeter tried on earrings at a jewel vendor—long, elegant ones with blue crystal teardrops—and Chico couldn't help but stare a second too long. When she turned and caught his gaze, she only smirked and said, "Eyes up, darling," though she didn't seem to mind in the least.
Chico, on the other hand, got pulled into a small tailor's tent, where Demeter insisted on holding a half-dozen fabric swatches against his chest, comparing tones to his dark attire.
"This dark blue would go beautifully with your eyes," she mused, voice low, fingers grazing his collar.
"I wonder what these'll be for," Chico quipped.
"Well I will be in need of dates for the future banquets and balls. And I seem to have found the perfect person." she replied, laughing.
Everything that was purchased was set to be delivered to the Wheat Manor, even Chico's bouquet, which they found a lovely vase for.
They paused at a bakery near the corner of Bellflower Street—Chico bought two slices of berry-glazed cheesecake, and they sat at a shaded bench beneath a flowering tree to share it. There seemed to be quite the amount of stares wherever they went.
"Someone must be very popular today," she said.
"It can't just be me, as handsome as I am, I am nowhere near as handsome as you are beautiful," he replied, leaning with a hand on his chin with dreamy eyes.
Her radiant smile shone through just like the sun.
Later, they passed by a music shop where a few bards played sample tunes on enchanted strings. Demeter closed her eyes, gently swaying to a melody played on a harp. Chico watched her in silence, struck by how peaceful she looked, how the light softened around her like she belonged in every season.
And through it all, they talked.
About little things. Past lives (In Chico's instance only some minimal information, he wasn't ready to reveal where he actually came from), hobbies, their favorite foods, even the small things like their favorite color. Chico's happened to be blue, while Demeter's happened to be yellow.
Their date continued.
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Eventually, as the sun began to dip lower in the sky and the long shadows of buildings stretched across cobblestone streets, they stopped near the promenade that faced the Coliseum. Its grand arches loomed in the distance, catching the last rays of golden light.
Chico glanced at the time.
"The play starts in about thirty minutes," he said.
Demeter gave a mysterious smile, fingers brushing down her shoulder. "Then I suppose I should go change. I'll meet you back at the theater entrance."
Chico raised an eyebrow. "Change?"
"You didn't think I'd attend a play and dinner in this, did you?" she asked, twirling gently in her usual robe.
"I don't know," he said, teasing. "You already look amazing."
She stepped in close, close enough that he could smell the faint floral perfume from her bath earlier. "You haven't seen anything yet."
With that she winked and walked away with a sway in her hips, disappearing into the street like a goddess returning to the heavens.
Chico watched her go, heart thudding just a little harder in his chest.
Gods this woman. She just seemed to know what made his heart race.
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Chico stood just outside the Coliseum's grand front entrance, the stone beneath his feet warm with the last rays of the afternoon sun. A soft breeze drifted past the flags hanging from the marble columns, each bearing the sigil of tonight's performing troupe.
He leaned casually against the stone wall, both hands in the pockets of his black slacks. A quiet calm filled him—half anticipation, half satisfaction. Demeter would be arriving soon.
He had already bought the tickets. Reserved box seats. Best view in the house.
Then, a voice—slightly familiar, slightly surprised—cut through the hum of the crowd:
"Sol-kun?"
Chico blinked and turned his head, searching through the scattered crowd.
To his right, a group approached.
Two familiar figures stood at the front: the boisterous, bright-eyed Tiona Hiryute, bouncing with energy as always, and her sharp-eyed twin sister, Tione. Behind them walked Ais Wallenstein, golden-haired and serene, and beside her was an elf Chico knew of—but not much: Lefiya Viridis, the rumored protégé of Riveria.
Loki Familia. Four of its most well-known members. And they were walking straight toward him.
Chico straightened with a smooth smile.
"Good evening, everyone," he said, voice composed as ever. "Hiryute-san. Hiryute-san. Wallenstein-san. Viridis-san." He gave a light bow.
Tiona grinned wide. "Ehhh, that's way too formal, Sol-kun! We've already shared a lap pillow together!"
He chuckled. "Uh…I guess that's fair. In that case…" He turned his full attention to her and bowed his head slightly. "Tiona-san. Thank you for your help yesterday. Especially…carrying me out of the Dungeon. My advisor made it very clear that I was…uh, literally carried."
Tiona let out a howling laugh. "Oh yeah! Piggyback-style all the way! You were totally out of it. Though—" She paused, holding up a finger, mischievous sparkle in her eye. "You were a liiittle handsy in your sleep."
Chico blinked.
Then he stared.
"…Seriously?"
Tiona only nodded with an exaggerated solemn expression.
His cheeks turned a shade darker. "That… unfortunately happens from time to time. Sorry if I—"
"Oh no, no!" she said, waving a hand with a laugh. "Nothing serious. Just funny. You're lucky I'm not Tione, or you might've woken up in the hospital."
Tione just raised a brow, clearly amused.
Then Tiona's eyes lit up again. "But seriously! I wanted to ask you like a thousand things! That fight was nuts—your magic was wild—and those blades, and that speed you had at the end—oh, oh, and did you level up yet?!"
Chico blinked at the verbal barrage but remained calm, raising a hand gently.
"I appreciate the interest, really. But I'd prefer to keep my abilities and equipment to myself for now." He paused, then smiled softly. "And no. I can't even level up."
Tiona blinked in genuine confusion. "Wait…what?"
Tione folded her arms. "Only way that's possible is if your feat wasn't enough…or your basic abilities haven't met the threshold."
Chico nodded. "Correct. My highest stat is only at E-rank."
All four of them froze.
Tiona stepped forward, eyes wide. "Wait—wait. You're saying…you beat a Minotaur. A Level 2 monster…with nothing above E?"
Chico exhaled slowly. "No." He gave a small, confident smile. "I beat it while my highest stat was still at H."
The group collectively paused, stunned into silence.
Then—
"THAT'S SO COOL!!" Tiona nearly exploded, throwing her hands in the air. "Are you kidding me?! That's, like, insane! Do you know how crazy that is?! To solo a Minotaur at that level?! You're like one of those legend-in-the-making types!"
Chico rubbed the back of his neck, smiling despite himself. Her infectious energy was impossible not to react to.
Then, a soft voice broke through the hype.
"…How?" Lefiya whispered, still blinking. "How were you able to beat a Minotaur…as just a Level 1?"
Chico met her gaze, his expression sobering slightly.
"It took a lot," he said, voice quieter now. "Luck. Skill. Tactics. And desire. I knew I would win…because I had to." He looked down for a second. "If I'd lost…the person who had just saved my life would've died too. And I wouldn't let that happen."
Lefiya lowered her gaze, her expression unreadable. But she didn't speak again.
Tiona finally broke the silence. "Okay, now I really wanna train with you sometime. We should spar!"
Before Chico could reply, she tilted her head. "By the way—what are you doing here anyway, Sol-kun? You're dressed so sharp, what's the occasion?"
Chico chuckled. "I'm on a date, actually. With my—"
His voice caught.
His head turned.
His eyes locked.
And then his jaw dropped.
Walking through the crowd toward them was Demeter. Only this was no usual divine stroll. She wore a sleek black dress, kissed with golden seams that traced the front like golden vines. The dress hugged her curves masterfully, with a slit that exposed one flawless, divine leg. Matching black heels elevated her every step, and her hair was swept down and free.
He didn't even finish his sentence.
His mouth went slack.
Something warm dripped from his nose.
The group turned in sync to see what had rendered him mute.
Tiona short-circuited, her gaze immediately went to her divine breasts. "A-ah-h?!" She sounded like she had been wounded…in her pride.
Tione smirked. "Oh, so that's the date."
Ais tilted her head, expression still blank. "…She's beautiful."
Lefiya? Still in quiet awe, her thoughts clearly spinning.
Demeter approached with a gentle sway in her hips and a teasing smile that could melt steel. "Fufu… Darling, you're drooling."
Chico snapped out of it. He wiped at his mouth—nothing.
Then he wiped at his nose—red.
"…I packed a handkerchief," he muttered, flustered as he dabbed the blood away. His cheeks glowed red as Demeter giggled, the sound as warm as sunlight.
With no shame, Demeter slipped her arm around his—pressing it neatly between the heavenly softness of her chest.
"There's still time before the play begins," she said.
Chico nodded slowly, still recovering. "R-right."
He turned back to the group.
"Enjoy your evening, Tiona-san, Hiryute-san, Wallenstein-san, Viridis-san."
"H-Have fun!" Tiona said, still recovering herself. "Haaah." She depressedly looked down at her own chest.
Demeter gave a playful wave. "Good evening, everyone~"
And with that, the goddess and her man walked into the Coliseum, arm-in-arm, drawing more than a few envious stares as they ascended the stairs toward their reserved box.
The curtain had not yet risen—but the show had already begun.
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The coliseum dimmed gradually, drawing quiet anticipation from the well-dressed crowd. The chatter settled as stage lights brightened, revealing an elaborate set—a village on the edge of a dark forest. The play opened with a (un)familiar tale: a brave young warrior seeking to protect his home, and a maiden kidnapped by a fearsome beast. But as the play progressed, nuance painted every scene.
The monster, initially portrayed as terrifying, was later revealed to be misunderstood—exiled and shunned not for violence, but for its difference. The "damsel," too, became more than she seemed; her fear turned to sympathy. And when the hero found her, blade raised high, the climax demanded a choice: slay the beast or see the truth beyond fangs and claws.
Chico and Demeter sat side by side in their private balcony box, elevated slightly above the audience. Their hands found each other early in the performance, fingers loosely entwined with an unconscious familiarity. Demeter's thumb gently brushed along the back of his hand, a small gesture that made his chest warm every time.
As the hero wrestled with his morality on stage, Chico felt a gentle pressure on his shoulder—Demeter leaning her head lightly against him. Her divine presence wasn't overwhelming here; it was comforting. Warm. Close.
Halfway through the play, as the actors paused for an emotional scene under a painted moon, Demeter spoke quietly, her voice soft and curious.
"Did something happen with the Loki Familia, dear?"
Chico blinked, momentarily pulled from the story.
"Ah…I forgot to mention. They were there, during the fight. I think they saw the whole fight," he admitted. "One of the Amazons—Tiona—she carried me out after I collapsed. Even harvested the Minotaur for me. Which I was very thankful for."
Demeter smiled knowingly, keeping her eyes on the play. "It would do you good to stay on friendly terms with one of the top Familia. That kind of connection…it's invaluable."
Chico nodded slowly, his gaze drifting back to the stage. He didn't speak, but the quiet squeeze of his hand said he understood.
The play continued, swelling with music and emotion. As the beast knelt before the warrior, offering its life with dignity, Demeter leaned in closer, her perfume warm and earthy. Her hand rested gently on Chico's thigh—not with intent, but intimacy. He glanced at her, and she met his eyes, smiling without a word. A moment passed between them, full of silent affection.
When the hero chose to stay his blade, and the maiden stood between them, Chico could feel the reaction ripple through the audience. Yet next to him, Demeter was calm, serene—her expression proud. As if she, too, approved of the hero's choice to see truth instead of fear.
The curtains fell. The audience broke into applause.
A pause, then the booming voice echoed through the coliseum.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! I am honored to stand before you tonight!"
The spotlight dropped onto a flamboyantly dressed man with a great horned helm and wide stance, arms raised dramatically.
"I am—Ganesha!"
The crowd laughed and applauded at once, entirely used to this performance.
Ganesha gestured behind him toward the cast. "Let us thank our wonderful performers, who remind us of strength, compassion, and the wild beauty of this world!" Applause swelled once more.
"Also! Let it be known—the MONSTERFERIA will take place three days from now! The coliseum shall open its gates once more!"
He paused.
"Do not miss it, for I—AM—GANESHA!"
The crowd laughed again, and Chico couldn't help himself. He chuckled, low and amused, shaking his head. "Does he do that every time he talks?"
Demeter's eyes sparkled with fond exasperation. "Unless the moment doesn't call for it? Yes."
Chico snorted lightly, adjusting his collar. "Incredible."
As the crowd began to move, Demeter gracefully rose and wrapped her arm around his once more. Her touch was light but familiar, like it belonged there. With a tilt of her chin, she motioned toward the exit. "Shall we?"
He smiled warmly. "Yeah…let's go."
Together, the goddess and her date descended the private stairs and slipped into the Orario night. Their destination awaited not far—a place of warm food, lively company, and perhaps a few familiar faces.
Next stop: The Hostess of Fertility.
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The gentle night breeze stirred the hem of Demeter's black dress as she strolled arm-in-arm with Chico, their pace casual but deliberate, their presence unmistakable. The lights of Orario glowed softly in the distance, but here, closer to the heart of the district, the atmosphere buzzed with nightlife and warmth.
It wasn't just the flicker of torches or lanterns that drew attention—it was them.
Eyes followed their every step. Some lingered with admiration, others with curiosity. The men, in particular, struggled to maintain composure under the graceful pressure of Demeter's divine beauty. Her golden eyes, elegant poise, and the sensual slit along her black dress didn't just attract attention—they commanded it. Chico noticed, of course. But he didn't mind too much.
He'd allow them to look. But should any of them try anything…he'd be ready to dish out some punishment.
They were only a few blocks away from their destination when Demeter suddenly giggled beside him—soft, lilting, playful.
Chico tilted his head slightly, glancing over. "What's funny?"
Demeter grinned mischievously. "I just can't wait to see Lunoire's reaction…"
He blinked. "Lunoire…?" The name sparked something in his memory. "Oh. Ohhhhh."
He straightened slightly, his mind pulling together the threads. "One of the waitresses. The one I met when I made the reservation…" A beat. "And she's the one who chose to be away from the Familia for now."
Demeter's pleased hum was confirmation. "She wished to continue her current life. A smart, kind girl. But tonight should be fun."
Chico blinked twice. "Huh…"
A beat of silence. Then: "So, uh, should I…do anything with that in mind?"
She shook her head with a smile. "No need. Just be your charming self, darling."
They turned the final corner, and the soft glow of The Hostess of Fertility came into view. A cozy, inviting building, its wooden façade framed by warm lantern light and soft music that filtered out into the street. Even from outside, the restaurant exuded comfort, laughter, and charm.
But tonight, it fell still the moment Chico and Demeter stepped toward the front steps.
Conversations lowered in volume, eyes drawn as if by gravity. They weren't disguised, nor subtle. Demeter didn't just enter a room—she graced it. That black dress with its gold trim shimmered subtly in the low light, and her arm nestled naturally into Chico's like it belonged there.
The wooden doors swung open. Conversation dipped, paused, then carefully resumed. Eyes lingered, especially from the male patrons—charmed, but cautious. Her aura didn't allow for disrespect.
The women, however, were a different story.
There were fewer of them in the establishment, but among them—especially the Amazons—Chico noticed some openly eyeing him with thinly veiled interest. A few even whispered to each other, amused and intrigued. One of them raised her mug slightly in his direction with a grin that was definitely not subtle.
But Chico didn't react. His eyes were searching, scanning through the sea of glances until they landed on a familiar light-brown bob of hair. She was at the far end of the restaurant, tray in hand, she seemed to be heading towards the kitchen.
He raised his hand and called out with polite enthusiasm, "Faust-san!"
Lunoire Faust turned at the sound of her name. Her eyes locked on Chico first in recognition—but the moment her gaze shifted beside him, her expression changed entirely.
Shock. Surprise. Disbelief.
Her eyes widened at the sight of Demeter beside him, arm looped casually through his, lips curved in an affectionate smile. The warmth of Demeter's presence—equal parts divine and womanly—was overwhelming even at a distance.
Lunoire's mouth opened, then closed. Then opened again. Her tray tilted slightly before she caught herself.
Demeter lifted her hand with a serene little wave. "Good evening, my dear Lunoire."
Lunoire blinked, smiled quickly—perhaps too quickly—and approached them.
"I…uh—welcome, Demeter-sama," she said, aiming to sound professional but clearly caught off guard. "We, um, have your table ready. Right this way."
She led them to a corner booth, semi-private with tall plants and a low-hanging lantern. Demeter sat first, the hem of her dress slipping in smoothly beneath the table, while Chico settled across from her, the lighting casting soft shadows across his black Fate-style outfit.
Lunoire lingered a second too long before clearing her throat. "Drinks to start?"
Demeter smiled gently. "Something sweet. A fruit wine, perhaps?"
"I'll just have an apple cider along with some water," Chico added.
Lunoire nodded—still flustered—and quickly retreated.
The atmosphere inside the Hostess of Fertility gradually returned to normal, though occasional glances still flickered their way. The smell of grilled meats and fresh herbs filled the air. Laughter and clinking glasses blended with the sound of soft string music playing from a corner.
Their food arrived soon after—the waitress this time was a cat girl, Anya, who smiled politely without lingering. Demeter had chosen a roasted chicken dish glazed in a spiced honey sauce, accompanied by steamed greens and seasoned potatoes. Chico had opted for grilled lamb with lemon, served with fragrant rice and a side of garlic flatbread.
As they ate, the conversation turned light and warm.
Demeter teased him gently about the way he looked stunned when she arrived at the coliseum. He countered by describing the exact moment his brain shut down—something to do with that slit in her dress and the dangerous curve of her smile.
She laughed, resting her elbow on the table and her chin in her hand, eyes glittering. At one point, her foot brushed his beneath the table—intentional or not, Chico wasn't sure—but the faint smile on her lips told him she knew the effect she had.
The food was excellent, the wine and cider sweet and crisp. There was no rush, no awkwardness—just a smooth, constant rhythm of glances, teasing smiles, and shared warmth.
It wasn't flashy. It didn't need to be.
This was a date. A real one.
But there would be a slight interruption…
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-Bell-
Bell Cranel sat alone near the corner of the bustling tavern, quietly picking at his food. The warm lights of the Hostess of Fertility cast a gentle glow on the polished wooden interior. The place was filled with conversation and laughter, but none of it quite reached him.
He hadn't come here for any big reason. Earlier that day, the kind waitress—Syr—had given him a warm lunch before his dungeon dive, wrapped up with a smile and a simple suggestion:
"Make sure you come here and eat tonight!"
And he'd promised he would. So here he was, quietly keeping that promise.
Things had gone well enough in the Dungeon today. His status had improved. He made more valis than usual. Objectively, it was a good day.
So why did he still feel so…heavy?
Bell sighed, absently glancing around the room—and his heart skipped.
There, at one of the tables, sat him.
Wearing sleek black, the adventurer looked like he fit effortlessly into the scene, also it was the woman beside him who caught his attention. Golden eyes, golden hair, and a presence that seemed to quiet the air around her with sheer grace.
Bell blinked, surprised.
That's…Goddess Demeter, he realized.
He'd met her once before. She'd been kind. Warm.
And now she was on a date with the person who had saved Bell from the Minotaur. The one who'd fought while he could only tremble.
Bell ducked his head quickly, shrinking in his seat.
He didn't want to be seen. Not by him. Not yet.
Not while the shame still clung to him.
"Bell-kun?"
Syr's voice gently brought him back. She placed an enormous plate of pasta in front of him, then sat down next to him briefly with a soft smile.
"You seem quiet tonight. Did something happen?"
Bell shook his head. "No…I'm okay. Just…thinking."
Syr watched him for a moment. She didn't press. But she didn't believe him either.
Bell began to eat silently.
Before another word could be shared, the room stirred. One of the cat-eared waitresses bounded into the middle of the floor.
"Big reservation coming through! Loki Familia~nya!"
All conversation dropped into a hush. Eyes turned toward the front.
The famed adventurers walked in casually, owning the space like they'd been born to it. Most eyes followed them with admiration or awe.
Bell's, however, sought only one figure.
Ais Wallenstein.
His heart thudded against his ribs. She looked beautiful, cool, elegant, utterly at ease. She sat with the rest of her Familia at the largest table, as servers quickly brought out their already-prepared feast.
Syr leaned in a little, smiling. "They've celebrated nearly every expedition here. They're regulars."
Bell didn't answer. His gaze lingered. If I come here more often… maybe I'll have a chance to talk to her.
But then—
A loud voice pierced the relative calm.
"Hey, Ais! What happened yesterday on the fifth floor?"
Bell's shoulders tensed.
Bete.
Somehow already drunk, the werewolf let out a barking laugh, waving his mug around carelessly.
"Watching some weakling barely beat a Minotaur! HA!"
Bell's heart dropped.
He knew where this was going.
"And then a rabbit shaking in a corner while the fight happened!" Bete kept going, oblivious to—or just ignoring—the shift in mood. "C'mon! You should've seen him!"
Bell stared at the table. His knuckles turned white.
"And then there's this!" Bete slammed his mug on the table with a loud thunk. "The weakling who beat the Minotaur had the gull to thank the kid! The one cowering in a corner! Asking why he explores the dungeon! And get this! The kid says he wants to be a hero! HAHA a Hero! A kid who had to get his ass saved from a Minotaur!"
Whispers rippled through the room. Syr looked over her shoulder, frowning.
Riveria's voice cut in from the table. "Bete, that's enough."
But he didn't stop.
Finn also chimed in. "Bete, you're drunk."
But Bete just raised his mug again, laughing over them.
"C'mon, Ais! Tell me, do you think someone who cowers and needs saving can actually be a hero!? HAH, THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!"
Bell was already standing.
He didn't say a word.
Didn't even look at anyone.
His eyes shimmered with tears, but not from embarrassment.
From shame.
He turned and ran.
Out of the tavern.
Out into the night.
He didn't know where his feet were carrying him.
…
No, he knew.
Straight to the Dungeon.
To the only place he could prove them wrong.
To the only place a boy with a dream could run.
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-Chico-
The Hostess of Fertility was livelier than usual. Music played softly in the background, silverware clinked against plates, and warm lights made the whole tavern glow with golden comfort. Chico leaned forward, smiling as Demeter wiped a little sauce from the corner of his mouth with a napkin.
"You've got something right there," she said, voice gently teasing.
Chico chuckled, slightly embarrassed. "Thanks… Honestly, I'm glad I was able to come here, while Wren's Hearth in Trellis was good, this place easily beats it."
Demeter beamed. "I thought you'd like this place. Mia's cooking is quite famous."
He leaned back, watching the room a little more closely now, scanning its warmth. His eyes caught a small figure in the corner—white hair, red eyes. Alone. Familiar.
He leaned toward Demeter. "Hey…that kid over there. That's the one that saved me yesterday."
Demeter's golden eyes followed his glance and softened. "Oh. That's Hestia's child."
"You know him?"
"I met him briefly," she said, folding her hands on the table. "On my way to the guild, before I found you. He was with Hestia, doing some last registrations at the guild. He was absolutely adorable, Hestia chose a good familia member."
Chico turned back toward Bell, a slight smile forming. "Yeah…"
Before he could dwell on it, the tavern's energy shifted.
"Big reservation coming through! Loki Familia~nya!"
Chico recognized the name instantly. Whispers, awe, and excitement rolled through the patrons like a wave as the elite adventurers strode inside. And in their center was the Goddess Loki herself, and behind her, the top brass of the Loki. As they sat at the large table in the middle, the staff rushed their prepared feast out. And they already began to feast and drink.
Chico watched Bell across the room. The kid's gaze was locked onto Ais. It was obvious.
Then a voice cut through the tavern like a knife.
"Hey, Ais! What happened yesterday on the fifth floor?"
It was loud, crude, unmistakably drunk.
Bete.
Chico narrowed his eyes.
"Watching some weakling barely beat a Minotaur! HA! And then a rabbit shaking in a corner while the fight happened! C'mon! You should've seen him!"
Chico's gaze snapped to Bell.
He didn't need to hear more. The shame on the boy's face said everything. But Bete continued.
"And then there's this!" Bete slammed his mug on the table with a loud thunk. "The weakling who beat the Minotaur had the gull to thank the kid! The one cowering in a corner! Asking why he explores the dungeon! And get this! The kid says he wants to be a hero! HAHA a Hero! A kid who had to get his ass saved from a Minotaur! C'mon, Ais! Tell me, do you think someone who cowers and needs saving can actually be a hero!? HAH, THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!"
Bell stood, silent and trembling, then bolted out the tavern doors.
Chico stood too—half-reacting on instinct.
But he froze.
What…was the right thing to do here?
Demeter observed him, eyes full of calm curiosity.
Then a voice from the other side of the room:
"Huh…brave of him to dine and dash at Mia's place."
Loki. Grinning, drink in hand.
A second later, Chico caught movement out of the corner of his eye—Ais Wallenstein was no longer at her table.
Interesting…
He turned to Demeter. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
Demeter smiled knowingly. "Don't keep me waiting."
Chico slid a hand into his pocket and fished out a small leather pouch. He walked briskly toward the front counter, where the legendary Mama Mia was standing with arms crossed and a gruff, unimpressed expression.
"Evening," he greeted with a slight bow. "Just wanted to say: that meal was one of the most delicious I've ever had."
Mia raised an eyebrow. "One of?"
Chico grinned. "Well…I've had food made by Demeter herself."
Mia scoffed. "Divine cooking doesn't count."
He chuckled, placing the pouch in front of her. "Ten thousand valis. For the dine dasher. Maybe go easy on him?"
He then smirked and offered a suggestion. "Have him do dishes or something?"
Mia looked him up and down, then at the pouch. "You like throwing money around for strangers?"
Chico smirked. "Just trying to keep good karma."
Mia snorted. "Fine. I'll go easy on the kid. But just this once."
"Thanks, Mama Mia."
Chico nodded, turned, and headed out the door.
He heard that same annoying voice that made the kid run out, but he just ignored it.
Outside, the night air greeted him with a chill. Not far ahead, Ais Wallenstein stood with a silver-haired waitresse, both of them looking off in the direction Bell had run.
"Wallenstein-san!" Chico called out, jogging up.
She turned toward him, as blank-faced as ever.
"I have a selfish request." Chico opened his hand, summoning a high potion into his palm, marked and ready.
"Can you keep an eye on Bell Cranel? Make sure he makes it out of the Dungeon tonight."
She blinked, unreadable.
Worried he was losing her, Chico added, "I'll pay you 1500 valis. That's, like…100 Jagamarukun."
Her golden eyes widened ever so slightly.
She looked at the potion. Then toward the Dungeon entrance.
She took the potion.
And vanished into the night, fast as lightning.
Chico blinked. "…Huh."
Soft giggling sounded beside him.
The silver haired waitress smiled up at him. "Was that really a good idea? Bribing the Sword Princess? Kami Loki might not like that."
Chico put a finger to his lips and shushed her.
She giggled again and repeated the gesture.
He smiled and returned inside—
—and immediately saw Bete tied up and dangling from the ceiling like some sort of furry punching bag.
Tiona stood beneath him, hands on her hips, dusting her palms proudly. She turned towards Chico and noticed Ais was gone.
"Where'd Ais go?" she asked. With a tilt to her head.
"I asked her to make sure the kid makes it out of the Dungeon okay," Chico replied casually.
Tiona's face lit up. "Aw, that's sweet!"
He looked back up at Bete. The man was grumbling, cursing, still drunk and very, very stuck.
Chico tilted his head. "He looks like a piñata."
Tiona blinked. "What's a piñata?"
"Oh, let me explain." Chico smirked. "It's a festive item you hang up, then take turns hitting it with a stick until candy comes out."
Her eyes sparkled. "That sounds amazing!"
"I've got the perfect stick, too." He summoned his Durable Baseball Bat into his hand and handed it to her. "Go nuts."
Tiona squealed in excitement. "Guys! Let's try this piñata thing!"
The rest of the Loki Familia, (minus Lefiya, Finn, and Riveria) including Loki herself gleefully joined in. Smacks, laughter, and very angry howls of protest from Bete filled the air.
Chico made his way back to his table, where Demeter waited with a fresh glass of wine.
"The kid will be fine," he said, sitting down.
Demeter raised her glass to him. "I had no doubt."
The night continued in good cheer—laughter, food, drinks, and the kind of warmth that made the world's troubles seem far away.
At least for now.
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The night eventually began to wind down. Plates were cleared, mugs emptied, laughter fading into the mellow hum of contented exhaustion. One by one, members of the Loki Familia stood, stretched, and began to take their leave, still chuckling about the "piñata incident." Tiona returned Chico's bat with a playful twirl.
"Thanks for the idea," she beamed. "That was probably the most fun I've ever had at the Hostess."
Chico grinned and took the bat, sliding it back into his inventory. "Glad I could contribute. Honestly…tonight was perfect. Great date, great chaos, and you were awesome."
Tiona chuckled. "Heh, thanks. You're not so bad yourself."
Chico tilted his head slightly. "Hey, quick question—how's your hand-to-hand combat?"
She blinked, caught a little off guard. "Huh?"
"I know you love using your Urga—big weapons, heavy-hitting stuff—but what about just your fists?"
Tiona's expression lit up. "Oh, I love my Urga. Big weapons are my jam. But yeah, I can get down to my fists when I need to." She stepped back and threw a quick series of shadow punches—sharp, fast, and clean. "While I'm more skilled with a weapon, I can definitely scrap."
Chico smiled at that. "I've been thinking of branching out. Got some ideas with my magic—wouldn't hurt to expand my fighting style a bit."
"I'm down to spar," she said without missing a beat. "Just…probably after Monsterphilia, yeah?"
"More than fine with that," Chico replied.
She gave a bright wave. "Alright then. Catch you later, Chico-kun!"
With that, the Loki Familia gradually filed out, laughter echoing in the street as they disappeared into the Orarian night.
Chico turned back to his goddess.
Demeter stood in the glow of the tavern's lanterns, looking every bit as radiant as she had that morning. She extended her hand to him, graceful and smiling.
"Shall we go?"
Chico took her hand without hesitation. "Let's."
They approached the counter one last time. "The bill?" he asked.
"Five thousand valis~nya," said the brown haired catgirl, polite and tired.
Chico placed down fifteen thousand in total. "Five for the food, ten for the experience."
The server blinked, startled. "That's a very generous tip~nya."
"Good karma," Chico replied with a wink, then turned to Demeter and led her into the cool night air, hand in hand.
The streets of Orario were quiet now, silver-washed in moonlight. They walked without speaking, the silence between them warm and peaceful. Finally, they arrived at the place where they had first met that evening—where it had all begun.
Chico slowed, then stopped.
He turned toward her.
"I had the best day ever," he said quietly. "It was fun. Beautiful. And…perfect."
Demeter turned fully toward him, eyes gentle, lips parted as if to speak—but he was already closing the space between them. His arms slipped around her waist, drawing her close. She leaned into him without resistance, her body molding against his in silent agreement.
He held her chin delicately, fingers beneath her jaw. His gaze dropped to her lips.
"This feeling in my heart…" he whispered, voice raw, "I never wish to be without it. And for that—I must be strong enough to protect it. So I will do anything… everything…to come back to you, Demeter."
A pause.
"I love you."
And then he kissed her.
Under the stars and under the moonlight, he kissed the goddess who had chosen him. And she kissed him back, arms wrapping around his shoulders, heart beating against his own.
A beautiful ending…
To an even more beautiful date.
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Their lips parted, but their eyes remained locked.
In Demeter's golden gaze, Chico saw the full spectrum of emotion—soft longing, deep affection, unmistakable love…and something more. A slow-burning hunger that made his heart thunder in his chest.
Then Demeter leaned in again, brushing a quick kiss to his lips, softer than the last, more electric.
She whispered beside his ear, her voice low and sultry, "Let's go home, my love."
Chico didn't need to be told twice.
With a wide grin and a sharp breath, he scooped her into a princess carry—light as a bundle of wheat—and took off at a sprint, drawing a surprised laugh from the goddess in his arms.
Her laughter rang out in the night, carefree and radiant. "You're going to trip at this pace!"
"Not a chance," Chico said, wind rushing past his face. "Tonight's perfect."
They didn't notice the faraway gaze, a pair of eyes watching them from atop Babel Tower. The vision didn't stir, only observed, silent beneath the starlight.
But Chico didn't care, nor notice. Not now. Not tonight.
He raced through the quiet streets of Orario with one singular purpose: getting her home.
And he did.
The gates of the Wheat Manor opened for them, warm light spilling out as they crossed the threshold. The air inside was still and comforting, the quiet hum of nighttime magic settling over the home.
Chico gently let Demeter down, her sandals touching the polished floors. He didn't let go of her entirely—offering his arm instead, with a crooked smile.
"Shall we?" he asked.
Demeter didn't hesitate. She slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow, fingers brushing his arm as she leaned in closer. "Lead the way."
Together, they walked through the manor—past the quiet gardens, the moonlit hallways, the softly glowing sconces lighting their path.
And then they reached her bedroom.
No…their bedroom.
Chico opened the door, and the world inside was softer—gold and cream tones glowing warmly in the lamplight. The window was open just a crack, letting in the cool breath of the night.
Demeter stepped inside first, her silhouette framed in the glow. She looked over her shoulder, her voice quiet and inviting.
"Close the door behind you."
Chico did.
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~R-18 Start~
Demeter pounced on Chico as soon as they entered the bedroom, her lips finding his in a passionate kiss. Her hands roamed his body, feeling the firm muscles that lay beneath his clothing.
Chico responded in kind, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her closer. The chemistry between them was electric, and they both knew that they were on the verge of something explosive.
They fell onto the bed, their limbs tangled together. Demeter quickly straddled his lap, her eyes never leaving his.
She smirked, her lips curling up in a seductive smile. She lowered herself onto him, her hand brushing against his stomach, landing on his crotch.
She could feel the bulge that was growing beneath the fabric of his pants, and she couldn't wait to set it free.
She looked down at him, her eyes filled with desire. She whispered into his ear, "Allow me to take care of your big problem."
She lowered herself, her knees hitting the floor. She undid his belt, unfastened the buttons, and pulled down the zipper. She lowered his sleek black slacks, revealing the raging bulge that was covered in fabric.
After staring at it for a few moments, she uncovered his cock and bore witness to 8 inches of perfection.
"It's perfect…"
Demeter licked her lips, her eyes never leaving his. She gave his cock kisses, looking back up to Chico, who was already groaning.
"Agh fuck…Demeter…"
She took it into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the shaft. She could feel him throbbing against her tongue.
Chico had never felt this kind of pleasure, and he was already addicted.
Minutes in she knew he was getting closer. She sucked harder, her head bobbing up and down. His groans of pleasure sent shivers down her spine.
"Demeter! I'm close…!
Chico's hands gripped the sheets, his body tensing…and after multiple minutes of straight pleasure…he came.
Demeter didn't stop, she kept sucking, swallowing every last drop.
Demeter pulled his milked cock out of her mouth with a pop.
"Thanks for the meal…" She finished with a sultry smile. He tasted just like apples, and it was delicious.
But even after he came, he was still hard. She smiled, knowing what she had to do next.
She stood up, her body glistening with sweat. She pulled her dress at the shoulder sleeves, freeing her shoulders. Her absolute massive covered breasts freed themselves, she was wearing black lingerie, and it was truly a sight that would make mortals weep.
She lowered herself once more, unclasping the thin fabric and took his member right between her breasts.
His member quite literally disappeared into a pair of heavenly clouds. Only his tip could be seen from Demeter's chest. She even stuck out her tongue and somehow was able to lick him.
"Holy fuck…! Demeter!!"
How was it even possible to feel this much pleasure, the softness, the sensation, it was truly heavenly.
Chico could feel himself getting closer, his body tensing as he reached his peak.
"Demeter!! I'm…Cumming!!"
Ropes of cum shot out of his cock. He came on her front, her divine tits, her divine neck, even on her divine lips.
He came hard, but so far only he had received pleasure.
"Demeter. Get up. Sit on the couch…it's my turn to pleasure you." So he ordered her to get on the couch.
Demeter smiled, her eyes sparkling with desire. She knew what he wanted, and she was more than happy to oblige.
She got off the ground, her face still covered in his seed. She walked over to the couch, her breasts bouncing with every step, and her hips swaying even further.
She sat down, raised her dress and spread her legs open.
Chico's eyes widened at what he saw. A goddess's core, and he was salivating.
He got off the bed, his body moving towards her. He knelt down, his mouth inches away from her pussy.
He started kissing, then he started licking, no foreplay was needed.
"Ah! Chico…!"
His tongue exploring every inch of her. It tasted like honey, and sweetness. No doubt from what she drank at the Hostess.
"More~ Chico more~!"
She moaned, her hands gripping the arms of the chair.
She begged for more, for him to go deeper. She chanted his name, silent at first, but gradually increasing in volume.
"…Chico….Chico….ChicO…!!"
He sucked on her clit, his fingers playing with her pussy.
"CHICO!!!"
And with a scream. She came, her body trembling with pleasure. And she slumped onto the chair.
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~R-18 End~
Chico stood up, his body covered in sweat, and divine juices. Demeter looked up at him, with a smile and her eyes filled with satisfaction.
He smiled, knowing that he had pleased her. He stripped off the rest of his clothes, Demeter following his lead as they both entered the bathroom to freshen up. Afterwards they both collapsed onto the bed, their bodies tangled together.
As they lay there, their bodies spent, Chico couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. He had satisfied his woman, and in doing so, he had experienced the most intense pleasure of his life.
It was a night that he would never forget, a night that would be etched in his memory forever. And he wholeheartedly believed that there would be more to come.
They cuddled up together, both of their naked bodies holding onto each other, both of them breathing a little deeper. Chico placed a kiss on her forehead, one that held so much.
"I love you, Demeter."
"And I love you, my Sol."
And with that, their night officially ended.
Chapter 20 End