The reason he liked dealing with these goddesses, besides the novelty and the benefits he could get from them, was primarily because he wanted to 'do the deed' with goddesses.
If, after every monster-slaying victory, the goddesses only gave him material rewards, wouldn't that be no different from ordinary Witcher contracts?
What would be the point then?
As a man, one should speak loudly and directly, expressing one's thoughts.
Thinking of this, he suddenly looked up at the two beautiful goddesses in front of him, gritted his teeth inwardly, and then loudly declared:
"Furthermore, two Goddesses."
"I am actually a man who is very fond of women!"
"One of the things I love most in life is to engage in intimacy with powerful and beautiful women."
"Therefore, I hope that when you reward me in the future, you can take this into consideration."
"If I could be with the Goddesses, it would be a great reward for me and would give me even more motivation to fight."
Guilliman spoke with righteous indignation at first.
However, when he saw the two goddesses stunned and shocked by his statement, he himself couldn't help but feel a little awkward.
But there was no other way; if you didn't make some things clear, these otherworldly goddesses might not even notice such a detail.
To be able to taste the flavors of various goddesses in the future, losing a little face today was nothing.
After the Witcher finished speaking, the entire atmosphere within the lake fell silent.
Presumably, no mortal had ever made such a request in front of two goddesses.
Hmm, it's likely that only a transmigator like Guilliman, who didn't revere gods and didn't care about the difference between gods and mortals, could make such a nearly blasphemous request.
In short, both goddesses were somewhat stunned, and even the smiles on their faces became a little stiff.
They exchanged glances, and their expressions quickly softened.
For these deities who had existed for thousands of years, perhaps not even possessing physical bodies but existing as spiritual or special energy forms, physical pleasure held no meaning for them.
Even their current appearances, besides being influenced by their original bodies, were largely transformed over time based on the preferences of ordinary mortals.
The Lady of the Lake's professional goddess demeanor was impeccable.
After hearing Guilliman's request.
She looked back at the Flower Goddess Dana Maeve, then actively stepped out with her long, fair legs, walking across the clear, mirror-like lake surface to stand before the Witcher.
The goddess always wore a gentle and serene smile on her face; she lightly stood on her tiptoes, then wrapped her arms around the Witcher's neck, unhurriedly pressing her pale red lips against Guilliman's mouth, revealing her pink, fragrant tongue.
Who the hell could resist this?
Guilliman immediately wrapped one arm around the Lady of the Lake's slender waist, while the other hand reached directly into her thin, transparent long veil, grasping that soft part, feeling as if he was holding a slightly cool water balloon.
Unfortunately, Guilliman had only passionately kissed her for less than a minute, just as he was getting into the mood.
The Lady of the Lake in his arms suddenly became ethereal, as if flashing, and returned to stand beside the Flower Goddess Dana Maeve, both goddesses standing on the lake surface.
The Witcher instinctively lunged forward, but with a splash, the lake surface offered no support, and he fell directly into the water.
Half of his body submerged, he looked up at the two goddesses above him, not far away.
The Lady of the Lake suddenly covered her mouth and chuckled, a playful glint in her eyes, appearing with a different kind of charm compared to her usual gentle, serene, and holy demeanor.
"We have heard your request, my warrior."
"Then, the next time you contribute to the living beings of the world again, eliminating those powerful evil creatures..."
"I will grant your request."
The Flower Goddess, standing beside the Lady of the Lake, also began to smile.
Her figure was very full, and her temperament was extremely approachable, like the joy and sense of security that a bountiful harvest brings; she was a gentle beauty that one would instantly like upon seeing her.
This goddess also looked at the Witcher, chuckled, and then said:
"You are truly a special warrior, Mr. Guilliman."
"No wonder you receive so much attention."
"I will come to find you again in a week's time."
"At that time, I will provide you with information about an evil creature."
"After you help me deal with it, you will also receive a small reward from me."
After this goddess also finished speaking, the two goddesses suddenly exchanged glances and couldn't help but laugh again.
Then their figures gradually faded, disappearing into a warm breeze, and soon vanished without a trace.
Guilliman remained standing in the clear lake water; he looked at his right hand, whose soft touch still seemed to linger, and couldn't help but smile.
Good, good, these are the goddesses worth dealing with.
They are much better than those high and mighty goddesses who pretend to be compassionate and make warriors work for nothing.
Anyway, eliminating powerful monsters was his original goal, and gaining the favor of goddesses, having them 'do the deed' with him, felt like an extra reward, making him happy.
In a week's time, how exciting.
Guilliman climbed out of the lake and was about to go pick fruit in the surrounding orchard.
Suddenly, he noticed that there were even fish in this clear lake water.
What the hell, what would fish that drink the Lady of the Lake's bathwater every day taste like?
How could he let that pass?
He unhesitatingly stripped naked, then plunged into the clear lake water with a splash, holding a Water Spirit Gem in his mouth, and began catching fish in the lake.
With his current strength and agility, ordinary fish were no match for him.
In less than half an hour, he had caught a net full, about thirty to forty pounds of fish.
And indeed, these fish growing in this lake looked both plump and beautiful; just their appearance alone would be worth a lot of money.
Guilliman carried these fish in a fishing net, then, eating and taking, he picked about a hundred pounds of fruit from the surrounding orchards, and finally, carrying these small fish, he swaggered past the meditating hermit with closed eyes.
Hehe, this is a good place; I should come here often in the future.
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