Not to mention Lady Night—even mortal women, seeing that sort, would still send them to sit at the kids' table.
What attracts the other party is always your own charm and value, not sycophantic flattery.
What comes too easily is never cherished; it's always been that way.
Know this: regardless of gender, when flowers bloom, bees and butterflies come.
Improving yourself beats pouring out your heart.
Especially with a goddess like Lady Night, you must completely and utterly overwhelm her in strength, wisdom, and strategy.
You must be both firm and gentle.
Both hands must grasp, and both hands must be strong, to truly conquer her.
Even so, you must be careful at every moment, with no slack or carelessness.
If she senses that you've already been conquered by her, bewitched by her—then you're finished.
The proud and noble Night will either look down on it, or greedy Night will immediately push her advantage and try to conquer you completely in turn.
In dealing with her consort, Lady Night allows only two states: either the east wind overwhelms the west, or the west wind overwhelms the east.
If you are overwhelmed by the Goddess of Night, she will control everything.
Such is this greedy, strong-willed goddess with an intense need to control.
But conversely, once you surpass her, her gentleness and pliancy are extraordinary.
The premise, however, is that you must crush her completely.
To expect the Goddess of Night to be like Hestia, the Fire of Warmth—warm without being fierce; or like Lady Justice, Themis—resolute without being overbearing;
or like Hera, who once she has chosen a god will never abandon him, no matter what—
that is utterly impossible.
Hestia and Lady Justice, once they have chosen a god, so long as he does not become entirely opposed to their principles and convictions,
will give the firmest, most tolerant love, regardless of how his power rises or falls, regardless of his daily conduct.
As for Hera, so long as the one she has chosen does not cast her off first, she will remain steadfast and faithful, eternally loyal, nearly impossible to sway.
No matter what happens, she will follow staunchly, wholeheartedly, unto death unchanging.
But the Goddess of Night…
Only after you can truly, continuously, and thoroughly conquer her will she give you all her tenderness and charm, wholeheartedly.
Even then, you must keep conquering her; the moment offense and defense reverse, all bets are off.
The God-King, who had everything in hand, felt the rapidly approaching aura that belonged to the Goddess of Night and smiled in pleased satisfaction.
Got her right where I want her!
There she comes, see?
What a joke—you think you can get the drop on me with those petty tricks?
Not a chance—not even through the window!
Time to put you through the wringer!
Seeing the Goddess of Night finally arrive, Zeus immediately put on his most handsome and most gentle smile and stepped forward with a cheerful welcome.
He spread his strong arms to give his beloved Goddess of Night a great big hug.
He seemed entirely oblivious to the thick frost on Lady Night's pretty face, and to those deep, beautiful, fox-like eyes, sharp-cold as blades.
For Zeus saw clearly that although her expression was icy, in truth it was cold with a hint of blazing allure.
You could tell that from her attire alone.
Though this time there was none of the lavish treatment of before, none of that soul-shaking surprise, there were still plenty of little calculations.
Her dress at the moment was quite stately and dignified: a sumptuous black gown spangled with starlight, sacred and high-born; at first glance, simply untouchably noble.
And yet the bodice was daringly low-cut,
making her moon-pale neck seem even more slender and enticing.
Especially that majestic fullness befitting a Great Mother Goddess was pressed into a perilous ravine, hiding who knew how much abundance within.
A band of dark gold cinched her slender waist into stark contrast.
Lower down, the lines fell away; her round, high hips were outlined in a breathtaking curve, her peerless silhouette on full display.
Blessed in every sense.
The Goddess of Night's figure was the stuff of legend, swaying with every step.
One look and the God-King's heart was already rippling.
Not to beget more children with such a Great Mother Goddess would be sheer waste.
At the smile of her beloved God-King—so dazzling it could leave any goddess swooning—
at those outstretched, mighty arms; at that broad chest she had longed for so long and, once in it, never wished to leave—
the Goddess of Night felt the resentment she had stored up for so long dissolve by seven or eight parts at once.
And an endless sense of grievance surged over her like the tide.
Her expression still unreadable, she turned aside and slipped out of the way, refusing the God-King's embrace with difficulty.
She did not even dare raise a hand to block, afraid that the merest touch would dissolve the tiny scrap of hardness she had just managed to gather.
"Hmph! God-King, how—"
Zeus's heart gave a jump; he laughed inwardly: Oh? Still trying to act tough?
If you're this soft all over, then be soft to the end!
You've come all this way and already retreated on the first step—still think you can win?
Before she even finished speaking, Zeus had stepped in, pulling her into his arms by force.
Without another word, one hand clamped her lovely jaw, and he bent to press a firm kiss down.
The breath of thunder barged, imperious and undeniable, into the domain of "Night."
Lady Night felt her beloved God-King's strength—too great, too domineering.
And that mighty thunderous aura was far too potent, grand and forceful to the point of cruelty, nearly melting her entire divinity.
All resistance collapsed in the first braided breath.
Her beloved God-King's majestic aura made her divine body go weak and limp; she could not summon even a shred of strength.
She yielded gladly, sweet as honey, letting this domineering God-King do as he pleased.
After a long while, their lips parted as they caught their breath.
Lady Night was as docile as a lazy kitten now, nestled up against the chest that enchanted her most.
All the lines she had prepared for her righteous complaint evaporated; she could not utter a single one.
The frosty chill on her jade-cold face was gone without a trace.
Instead, her pale skin wore a thin blush, like moonlight misted with a warm breath.
Well… she had, after all, been yearning for far too long.
For her to have no reaction when the God-King's wild thunder suddenly invaded so domineeringly—that would have been the odd thing.
Zeus's large hand was already charting its course over her body, moving at will.
A seasoned libertine knew perfectly well that there had to be sweetness and tenderness in return, and initiative where it mattered.
The proper assault is a mix of attack and dissolve, hard and soft alike—pure "hard attack" makes anyone bolt.
He teased, "My beloved Nyx, my treasure, why no surprise for me today?"
"And how could you bear to greet me with such a cold face? Though, in any case, it is still matchlessly beautiful."
"Do you know that even when I was immersed in the gestation and evolution of laws, combing the order of Heaven until my head spun, never for a moment did my thoughts of you break?"
"And do you know that for me, to hold you in my arms, to feel the warmth that maddens my heart, to drink of your sweet sustenance—that is among my happiest things."
Wracked by her beloved God-King's unrestrained touch, the Goddess of Night's chest rose and fell like a dark bay shoved by the tide.
Yet at his light, impish banter, anger surged up again; her temper flared in an instant.
The grievance of having been "left to dry" so long, and the resentment at not being able to "have him to herself," instantly overwhelmed the tender warmth that had just risen.
Panting heavily, in a trembling voice tinged with tears, she said, "You… all you do is bully me! All you do is use these honeyed lies to fool me!"
"Your words—I will never believe them again, no matter what!"
"I sent you so, so many messages—did you ever send even one reply? Where, in your heart, is there any place left for me?"
"Everything you promised me—you haven't fulfilled a single thing! So why have you come to my Underworld?"
Goddess Nyx pressed her dark, sensual soft lips together hard; the thin, sharp line of them looked almost resolute. She slapped away Zeus's "outrageously impertinent" big hand at her front—
that palm laced with thunder's cadence, whose every pass sent nerves shivering.
But the thunder's harassment threw off her control of force.
This time she truly put strength into it, and Zeus's big hand went aside with the motion.
Seeing his hand suddenly still, she startled herself and froze for a beat.
After a brief breath, she turned her pretty face away, mustered her courage, and said angrily, "Go! Go back to your Olympus!"
"There are plenty of beautiful goddesses there. How could Night compare with them? How could I still claim even a corner of your heart?"
"Let me go! Go now! I don't want to see you again!"
At these words, Zeus actually released the hand still wrapped around her slender waist.
That hand which had been supporting all her pride—truly let go.
And after letting go, he even stepped back.
The familiar, domineering support vanished all at once, like a whole canopy drawn away.
Clinging to his chest like a vine, her thighs made weak by his teasing, the Goddess of Night suddenly lost all support.
Her waist went hollow; her weightless divine body swayed sharply, and she nearly pitched forward.
She caught herself, stumbled, and then went completely blank.
Zeus's thick brows knit slightly, but his voice he pressed very soft—like thunder brewing behind clouds—as he said quietly:
"Then I'll go?"
Those three simple words were like a cold current from the eternal void, piercing straight through all of Nyx's divinity.
She had never imagined that the God-King so intimate with her could truly be so merciless.
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