"Is it... is it that I don't want to sleep with you?" Sylus had to summon every ounce of willpower in his life just to suppress the trembling in his voice.
He had always believed that he harbored no wicked thoughts toward Athena because he respected her, that she was only someone to admire from afar.
But wasn't the truth something else? The truth was—he simply didn't want to sleep with women!
Of course, I don't want to sleep with you either, Athena mocked, her gaze falling on Sylus.
Still, she didn't have the time or patience to keep listening to him ask the same question repeatedly, so she nodded and added, "I can't see enough sincerity from you, Sylus. Leave."
Sylus left with drooping shoulders, dejected, looking as if he had truly been struck down by the person he loved.
Tonight, his worldview had been shaken in ways he never anticipated.
