Freya was half-leaning in Roy's arms, her seemingly casual movements precisely stimulating his nerves.
Freya chuckled, her voice laced with allure. "But my ankle's twisted now, making walking difficult. Could you help me to a nearby clinic?"
Aside from slight redness and swelling, there was no harm.
That minor swelling didn't detract from her beauty—enough to fulfill any foot enthusiast's fantasies.
"This woman's incredible," Roy thought, startled. Freya exuded astonishing charm in every gesture.
She must be here for him; otherwise, it couldn't be such a coincidence.
Such low-probability events at this corner.
Roy couldn't think of another reason for Freya seeking him out.
Indeed, was he too outstanding?
Even Freya was drawn in.
"Actually, no need for trouble," Roy said, pulling out a recovery potion. He popped the cap and poured it on Freya's wound.
Most gods, with sealed divine power, had physiques like ordinary folk.
The potion's effect was immediate.
Under its influence, the redness and swelling vanished visibly.
"Alright, check if it still hurts," Roy tossed the empty vial back into the Space and released Freya.
She wanted to ask Roy what he was doing.
Clearly a pervert at heart, yet he'd rejected her offered advantage in disguise.
Had her charm diminished?
For a moment, Freya doubted herself.
But soon, she understood, smiling inwardly at herself.
A pervert pretending to be proper.
"What a cautious child, carrying such precious potion," Freya said with a bewitching smile. "Want to spend the night with me?"
"What?" Roy was stunned by her directness.
"Hm?" Freya was surprised by his response.
In the past, her words always elicited agreement.
But Roy defied expectation.
As beauty's goddess, her flawless allure matched all lower-world aesthetics. Any opposite sex—or same—would fall, yearning for her bed.
Until Roy, Freya had remained pure.
It might sound unbelievable, but it was true.
Her charm was too potent—even gods succumbed.
Thus, she'd confused male gods' perceptions, making them dream.
Those dreams were so vivid, they believed they'd shared nights with Freya.
Freya sought her destined Odr.
Before finding Odr, she wouldn't yield easily.
"Just don't go home tonight; let's have a good time. Hestia won't mind," Freya's eyes gleamed; none gazing into them could refuse.
This was her charm's power.
Even gods couldn't resist, let alone lower-world folk.
"You're the one who started it," Roy thought silently.
Hestia, don't blame me.
Then, Roy silently activated his Charm skill, smiling at Freya. "Alright!"
In view, Roy's handsome face became irresistibly captivating.
Even accustomed to gods' perfection, Freya was momentarily dazed.
A triumphant smile curved her lips as she took Roy's arm, whispering in his ear, "What are you waiting for?"
Later, Roy and Freya arrived at a hotel.
With a slow, deliberate motion, she let her dress fall.
Skin like moonlight, her full boobs bouncing slightly, rosy nipples already hard.
"Roy-kun," she purred, "lets have fun?"
Roy frowned as he took in her form.
Freya was a vision of erotic divinity.
He closed the gap, hands finding her hips, pulling her against him until her boobs pressed into his chest.
"Ahn~" Freya moaned softly.
"Mmm~… so bold," she gasped, her nails clawing at his shirt, ripping it away to reveal his toned body.
Her fingers traced his muscles.
"Nnn~ such a strong body," she cooed, nipping his earlobe, her boobs jiggling as she pressed closer.
Roy's hands slid to her plump butt, squeezing hard, "Haa~!"
Her pussy grew wetter, juices dripping down her thighs as she ground against his hardening cock.
"Ohh~, you're making me so wet," she whimpered.
His fingers moved to her boobs, kneading the soft flesh, thumbs circling her nipples until she arched into him.
"Ahn~! My boobs… yes!"
Roy leaned down, sucking a nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud.
"Haaah~! Roy… nnn, more!" Freya cried, her fingers tangling in his hair.
"Fuck, Freya, your boobs are perfect," Roy switched to her other nipple, sucking harder as she squirmed.
"Ohh~! Don't stop… nnn, so good!" she panted.
She reached down, freeing his cock from his pants, her fingers wrapping around its thick length.
"Mmm~ such a big cock," she stroked him, her thumb smearing precum over the tip.
Roy groaned, "Ngh… Freya."
She giggled, "Ahn~ so eager, Roy-kun."
He pushed her onto the bed.
Freya spread her legs as she beckoned him.
"Haa~ Roy, fuck me," she moaned, fingers circling her clit, her boobs bouncing as she writhed.
Roy positioned himself between her thighs, his cock brushing her slick folds.
"Ohh~! Hurry… nnn, I need it!" she whined, her hips bucking.
He thrust into her, his cock filling her tight pussy in one deep stroke.
"Haaah~!" Freya screamed, her walls clenching around him.
"Ahn~! Roy… harder! Haa~!"
Freya cried, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.
Her pussy gripped him tightly.
Roy's hands returned to her boobs, squeezing and kneading, his thumbs teasing her nipples.
"Ohh~! My boobs… nnn, yes!" she moaned.
"Haa~! Roy… so deep! Ahn~!"
Roy didn't stop, his cock still hard, thrusting through her climax.
"Haa~! Roy… again!" Freya moaned, her body trembling.
"Ahn~! Ohh~! So good!" Her pussy clenched tighter with each round, her juices flowing endlessly.
By the third round, Freya's voice was hoarse, "Haa~! Roy… nnn, more!" Roy played with her boobs relentlessly, sucking, squeezing, driving her wild.
"Ohh~! My nipples… ahn~!" she cried again.
They went on, round after round, Freya's moans filling the night—
By the sixth round, her body was trembling, her words a breathless whimper.
"Ahn~! Roy… I'm… nnn, so tired…" Yet she clung to him.
Roy fucked her harder, his cock relentless, until the seventh round when Freya's moans became soft gasps, "Haa… nnn~… Roy…"
Her final orgasm hit as she collapsed, exhausted.
As night fell and dawn rose again.
"I'll collect later," Roy sighed upon waking.
Last night, Roy fulfilled one of his few wishes in this world.
Though strength hadn't increased, dominating a goddess was achieved—no regrets.
Glancing at sleeping Freya, Roy rose to leave.
"Leaving?" Sensing his departure, Freya awoke, opening her eyes lazily, a hint of confusion in them.
Roy avoided Freya's alluring form; she was indeed exceptional.
'It's about time. I should check on Hestia.'
"What will you do?" Freya asked lazily, eyeing Roy.
"Leave the Hestia Familia and join mine," Freya smiled charmingly. "What Hestia offers, I can too—and better. You'll be happier with me."
"I'll consider after handling the Hestia Familia's matters," Roy waved.
Whether doable or not, a guarantee was needed.
"Alright, I'll await good news," Freya nodded, unquestioning.
Seeing this, Roy left lightly.
After Roy departed, Freya soon slept again.
About half an hour later, she awoke abruptly.
Her eyes cleared, unprecedentedly sharp—but her captivating face crumbled next.
"I was charmed?!" After self-examination, Freya confirmed.
Last night wasn't a dream.
Freya closed her eyes, rubbing her forehead.
Recalling events, she realized the anomaly.
"I got charmed!" Thinking this, Freya felt anger and amusement.
Charm was her specialty—yet it backfired.
As beauty's goddess with Charm, Freya resisted charm somewhat.
She shouldn't have succumbed so easily.
But past omnipotence bred complacency; plus yesterday's eagerness let Roy exploit it.
Recalling Roy's earlier demeanor, Freya gritted her teeth hatefully.
Since descending and strengthening her Familia, this was her greatest loss.
Roy was clearly an ultimate pervert, yet he ignored her Charm.
Ignoring was fine—he countered with his own.
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