『Ding: Congrats User for passing the formalities. Reward: All memories of the past and future of Hades throughout the day Olympus will fall.』
Okay, recap. I am Deva Kaalaan. Just an average Malaysian Indian guy who got smashed by a truck.
Not too much of a surprise honestly, since it feels like something straight out of a manga.
Then I woke up and found myself with two sexy and hot damn mama. These succubus were so freaking plump I almost forgot how to breathe.
My eyes popped open, my jaw dropped, and for a few seconds I just lay there questioning whether heaven messed up or hell had premium-tier customer service.
As I was saying, I woke up and discovered I had been reborn as Hades. The God of the Underworld. Sovereign of the damned hell.
The air around me felt like it was vibrating with old power, dark but weirdly majestic, like the whole underworld was humming my name.
My body felt heavier, stronger, filled with something ancient and dangerous. And yet, there I was, sitting on a throne made of bones with a confused "what the actual hell" expression.
『Would you like to receive your daily quest』
Oh yeah, this thing. The system. It blinked into existence out of nowhere, floating in front of me like some smug hologram acting as if it owned the place. It even told me I was a hidden devotee of Hades.
Like hell I am a devotee of Hades. I am Indian for Christ's sake. Did I really just say Christ? Great. I watched too many American shows growing up. Their slang infected me.
Anyway, a month has passed since I reincarnated, and nothing seems ordinary at all. Every corridor I walk through whispers. Every shadow bows.
Every soul stares like they somehow recognize me even though I am still trying to recognize myself.
As for the reward of gaining Hades memories, I got that after making Hercules get into trouble during those eleven or ten errands of his.
The moment the memory hit me, it felt like someone poured molten lava into my skull.
My vision blurred, my breath hitched, and suddenly I was reliving scenes of the past and the future of the Lord of the Underworld.
Pain, anger, betrayal, boredom, power. All of it rushing through me until I staggered, gripping the armrest of my throne while the succubus panicked and fluttered around me like concerned bats.
Honestly, I know Hades was evil and shit, but he was also just a misunderstood guy. Sure he kidnapped Persephone and made her his bitch. Sure he made deals with titans who wanted to overthrow Zeus.
But beneath all that, beneath the shadows and the curses and the fire, there was loneliness and bitterness and a man tired of being blamed for everything wrong in existence.
And now, apparently, that man is me.
I do not know whether to laugh, cry, or ask for a refund. But one thing is clear. My life as Deva Kaalaan is gone. My life as Hades has begun. And Olympus has no damn clue what is coming.
"Ah, my lord, are you okay?"
"Lord Hades, let us soothe your worries with our big bosom chests and lower backs."
Damn you, Hades. Damn you. You had so many succubus with those hot bodies, and you still chose to stay loyal to that one fucking milf Persephone.
Much respect and all that, but still. Holy fucking moly. I might burst a load if these two push even a little closer.
They leaned in, their warm breath brushing my neck, their soft curves pressing against my arms. My godly body reacted with a vengeance.
I felt my throat tighten. My fingers twitched. For a moment, the Underworld felt hotter than its own damn lava pits.
"HADES!"
Motherfucker. I know that voice anywhere. A whole month dealing with that tone, that attitude, that goddess.
Athena barged in like she owned the whole palace, not even pretending to knock or show a shred of sincerity.
She stomped inside, her armor clinking, her eyes sharp and glowing with judgment. The succubus flinched but stayed close, because of course they did. Drama queens.
I sighed. Might as well get this over with. I turned to the two gorgeous, plump, milf-like succubus, gently cupping their waists. They shivered under my touch. I gave them a small hint with my eyes, a silent order.
"Meet me in my chambers later."
They smirked knowingly, licking their lips before sliding away, their hips swaying like they were sculpted just to taunt mortals and gods alike.
"Athena, can you not knock? Or for once, maybe do not barge in when I am busy."
"The only reason I came here to see my pathetic uncle,"
she said with her chin high,
"is because Father wanted me to make sure your duty stays absolute. Yet here you are, flirting with these... prostitutes."
Her glare could have cut stone. Her wings unfurled slightly, like she was preparing for a lecture.
"Oh please, my dear niece,"
I replied, picking up a skull from the armrest. I looked at it dramatically even though I had no idea why. Felt cool, I guess.
"In the land of Sparta, men were sent to war while the women awaited their return. They made countless brothels to satisfy those men for their hard work and sacrifice."
Athena nearly choked on air. She crossed her arms, tapping her foot with enough force to crack marble.
『Ding! New quest: Save Medusa』
I froze.
"...EHH!"
Medusa. The Gorgon Queen.
MEDUSA. The woman with snakes for hair and a stare that turned anything into stone.
YOU WANT ME TO SAVE HER?!
『These are the misfortunes of Hades, dear User.』
How in the fuck is Medusa related to anything involving Hades?!
『There is... find the forgotten hint, dear User.』
This damn system and its cryptic bullshit. Always talking like it is trying to audition for a prophecy role.
Athena raised an eyebrow at my sudden shouting, clearly suspicious. Meanwhile, I stared at the floating system window like I wanted to strangle it.
As if the Underworld was not caotic enough, now it wanted me to rescue the literal queen of "do not make eye contact or you die."
Great. Just great.
"Hey, what is with that 'EHH' supposed to mean, huh?!"
"Ah, nothing, Athena. Anything else you are here for?"
"No, nothing. Honestly, Zeus could have sent Hermes to deliver the message to you, but here I am, the goddess of wisdom and war, sent to remind my uncle of his duties in this rotten hell hole."
This bitch…!
"If you are fine, then I shall go and do my own work."
"I shall, Uncle. Goodbye."
She spun around, cloak flicking dramatically as she strutted out of my throne room like she had won some imaginary war. The doors slammed shut behind her, echoing through the Underworld.
I let out the longest sigh in history.
How the hell did Zeus ever give birth to the worst goddess in Olympus? She literally tricked Medusa and blamed her for the rape case.
And now I have to save Medusa? The event has not happened yet, so I still have time… but still. What a headache.
"Oi, system. What is the result if I fail this quest?"
『Failure to succeed in this quest will destroy thirty percent of user's sanity.』
Well that is a double fuck you with a cherry on top. Forget it. I will deal with it later. Right now, I need to get back to my chambers.
My milfies. Hehe, boi…
I walked down the dark corridor, flames lighting up one by one as I passed. Souls whispered my name. Shadows bowed. The Underworld pulsed like it knew exactly where I was going and why.
When I reached my chambers and opened the doors, I nearly fell to my knees.
The two succubus were already waiting on the bed, fully oiled up, their skin glistening under the dim firelight.
Their curves were soft and perfect. Their eyes half-lidded, hungry. They looked like fine, ripe wine you could get drunk on just by staring.
Shit. Hades got the best role in existence aside from ruling the Underworld.
And tonight?
This is it. Bon appétit.
"Ah, my lord, not there…" one moaned, arching her back.
"Oh, you are so big, my lord," the other whispered, dragging her fingers across my chest.
"You two are trying really hard to satisfy me, huh?"
"Ah, lord… you are such a bad daddy…"
Daddy? Well… I cannot complain. Even though I look young now, Hades is thousands and thousands of years old. If they want to call me daddy, then hell, let them.
The Underworld may be dark…
But tonight, my chambers were anything but.
After two days of insane satisfaction from my ahem… intercourse with those hotties, I finally dragged myself out of bed and went up to the mortal realm to begin the quest.
Of course, I changed my appearance. My divine face shifted into that of a simple peasant—scruffy beard, sunburnt skin, worn clothes.
Perfectly forgettable.
No one in their right mind would guess that the great Hades was strolling around disguised as the village uncle who complains about taxes.
"What a wonderful…"
I muttered under my breath as I walked along the dirt path. The air here felt different—cleaner, lighter.
A breeze brushed past my face as villagers carried baskets, children played, and fishermen hauled nets from the shore.
From afar, I noticed a construction site near the ocean. Tall pillars, marble blocks, sculptors carving symbols into stone.
Athena's temple.
"I guess this is the place where it will all happen."
『You said it, User.』
I blinked.
Funny and weird. I did not know the system had a consciousness until now. Great. As if dealing with gods, quests, and horny succubus wasn't enough, now my system can talk back with personality.
As I passed by the temple grounds, I saw two young maidens chatting near the water. Their innocent faces, bright smiles, and gentle laughter made the entire village feel calm. Pure. Peaceful. Untouched by the bullshit of Olympus.
"Hmm… is that…?"
My eyes caught movement near their feet. A duck.
A white duck.
And instantly, rage shot through me.
"Why that fucking pedophile…!!!!"
Zeus.
That fucking asshole.
Everywhere he goes becomes a sex apocalypse. And now he is heading toward those innocent sixteen-year-old girls?!
Not on my fucking watch.
I rushed forward, grabbed the duck by the neck mid-waddle before it could get anywhere near the maidens, and dragged him behind a large rock far from their sight.
Then I gave him the deadliest death glare in all realms.
"Adding another child to your collection? Or is this your new disgusting approach, youngest?"
The duck quacked like it knew I was about to roast this feathered little shit alive and feed him to Cerberus.
Light flashed, feathers burst outward, and the form of Zeus emerged—tall, smug, and naked as usual until he summoned clothing with a snap.
"Brother, why are you here?"
He asked it casually. Like he did not give a single shit. Like getting caught trying to seduce mortal teenagers was just part of his daily schedule.
"I could say the same to you, dimwit! Again with your tricks!"
I yelled. And damn, yelling at Zeus—the most feared, ego-filled, thunder-toting king of the gods—felt amazing.
Like therapy.
Like release.
Like a divine middle finger to Olympus' power hierarchy.
If I am right, Hades is the eldest. Zeus is the youngest.
And right now?
Little brother is about to get schooled.
"Look, can you slide this one for me, Hades, my eldest…"
"Yeah right. If Hera finds out about your affairs again, she is going to kill those young girls, and I will have to be the judge on whether they go to heaven or hell."
"Please…?"
"No means no."
Zeus slumped like a scolded child. "Sigh, fine. But why are you here again?"
"I'm just taking a stroll in the mortal world. Unlike some gods who treat it like a fuck buffet."
"Hey! I cannot help it. Hera is too… wildcat-like."
"Wildcat-like? That is your fucking sister, idiot! You married your sister, you fuck your sister, then cheat on her with other goddesses and mortals."
"Bah… she is annoying when you are around her. If you want, you can have her."
"Shall I call out Hestia, you old bag?"
"… Bye!"
"Hey!!!"
And just like that, he bolted. Full sprint. Thunderbolt trail behind him.
Fucking Zeus.
Still… yelling at him in Hades' body felt fantastic. Therapeutic even.
In my past life as a human, I always wanted to yell at this asshole for every messed-up thing he did in those myths.
Maybe I should tell Hestia about him…
Maybe…
"Alright. Time for a quick visit."
I snapped my fingers. Flames swallowed the air around me, swirling upward. In a blink, I teleported to Hestia's realm.
Warm. Bright. Comforting.
It was fire—but gentle fire. A hearth that felt like a home you never had. The scent of burning wood, the soft glow of embers, and the warm hum of divine presence wrapped around me like a blanket.
Hestia, the true eldest child of Cronos and Rhea, sat peacefully on her throne. Eyes closed, hands resting on her lap, meditating with serene grace. She looked like calmness given form.
"Sister… forgive me if I disturb your meditation. But I came seeking your guidance."
Her eyes opened slowly, warm and kind.
"My dear brother Hades."
Wow. Her voice was so gentle and calming. No wonder she is rarely spoken about—she minds her own business, keeps peace, and has no interest in Olympus' daily stupidity. Honestly? Respect.
"What guidance do you seek from me? There is nothing from me you cannot ask…"
"Zeus, Hestia."
She let out the deepest, longest sigh.
Ah yes. Instant migraine. I swear I saw a vein pulse on her forehead.
"He is at it again with his hormones?"
Her tone was soft, but her expression screamed, Not again.
"Get up, my dear brother. You are my brother of the eldest, and I am the sister of the eldest."
I bowed my head lightly. "Forgive me, but you are the eldest child in the family, Hestia, my sister."
She giggled softly. "Hehe. You speak so gently suddenly. Your usual tone is cruel yet respectful to our domains. What changed?"
Wow. She really is understanding.
Hades and Hestia always had mutual respect and neutrality.
They never fought. Never meddled in each other's affairs. A rare thing among gods.
"I fear Zeus might become… forgive me, but incompetent as king of Olympus. All he does is cheat on his loyal wife, Hera."
"I see. But that is his choice. Why come to me for guidance, my brother?"
"I fear his role, Hestia. I cannot interfere with his affairs, but as king of Olympus, his role is not… settled. I think that is the word."
"Hehehe. You talk funny. Has my brother been knocked with a certain Cupid?"
I froze.
Well. She got me there.
Damn.
Hestia may not meddle in wars or scandals…
But she definitely has the skill to see right through your personal life.
And that is somehow scarier than Zeus' lightning.
"What! No… I just… ummm—"
"Hihi, calm yourself, my brother. I am only teasing. Looking at how cute you are, I could just eat you up with that delicious dark skin of yours."
Okay. Now she is scaring me.
Her gentle, peaceful smile suddenly has a lustful hint, and I swear her eyes glimmered. I gulped hard and looked around her throne like I was searching for the nearest exit.
"How long have you been meditating here, if I may ask?"
"Oh, around two thousand years or so."
Damn!!!
She said that like it's a daily routine! Like—
'Oh yes, I made breakfast and meditated for 2000 years.'
Totally normal.
"Do you want to go out with me to the mortal realm? A quick stroll, for my sake?"
Hestia paused. She blinked slowly, as if processing a request she hadn't heard in centuries. Then she nodded, calm and gentle.
In the next heartbeat, we stepped onto the mortal realm together.
She looked around as villagers walked, sold fruits, laughed, and lived. Children ran through the streets, chasing each other with muddy feet and wide smiles. The sun bathed the village in warm gold.
"Wow,"
Hestia whispered.
"It has been so long since I have seen souls with such happy faces. Children playing and running… though cruelty still exists in the world, brother."
Yeah…
I kind of felt pity for her.
She rarely gets out. She holds the hearth—keeps it alive for all Olympus. Always the background goddess. Always quiet. Never seen.
I wish I had a sister like her in my past life…
I was an only child.
"Don't worry, Hestia. I may be the God of the Underworld, but I judge them fairly. Always."
"That sets my heart at ease, my dear brother Hades."
Wow. I suddenly felt lighter. Like she warmed a part of me I didn't know was cold.
『System Notification』
Hidden Quest Completed: Make Hestia Happy and Supportive
Reward Unlocked: Blessing Box or Cursed Box
Note: You may select only one. This reward can only be claimed once.
I did NOT expect the system to pop up now.
But damn… good timing.
Still, screw the reward for now.
Hestia deserves a real break.
So I took her sightseeing, visiting markets, temples, rivers, anywhere she pointed at. I bought her treats—sweet figs, warm bread, spiced wine.
We even joined a festival game or two. Hestia laughed softly the whole time. A goddess of peace acting like a girl seeing the world for the first time.
Later, I led her up a quiet mountain.
From there, the sun dipped beyond the horizon, bathing the world in orange, then purple, then deep blue.
"I had a great time, Hades," she said softly.
"I knew you would. We should do this again next time. Maybe with Hermes or Poseidon—"
"No. Just the two of us is enough, my dear brother. They are troublesome. But you… you are gentle, despite your cruelty."
She leaned her head slowly onto my shoulder. Surprised, I froze for a moment before letting my head tilt over hers. I lifted a hand and brushed her hair, giving a gentle pat.
Her eyes fluttered closed, calm and trusting.
"Hehe… this feels… correct."
I muttered as the sky deepened and stars sparkled to life across the horizon.
A shooting star passed overhead.
Probably a god doing something stupid.
But for now?
This moment was perfect.
Say, Hades— If you're out there somewhere…
Don't worry.
I'll take it from here.
As days slipped into a week, I finally found her—Medusa.
Not the monster. Not the snake-haired myth or the tragic priestess.
Just… a woman. Walking through the gates of Athens like any other traveler.
Except—holy shit.
She was gorgeous. Not just pretty. Not just attractive. Gorgeous.
The kind of gorgeous that makes your brain buffer for a moment.
『User, are you perhaps starting a harem?』
"You tell me."
『Do your worst, User.』
…Okay, damn. Even the system is challenging me now.
Anyway—according to mythology, she was originally from Libya. North Africa. My past-life geography class finally paid off.
And being the daughter of Phorcys and Ceto—primordial sea deities—technically made her a divine being by blood.
A divine sea origin… trapped in a mortal body.
She didn't know any of that yet, of course. Right now, she was just a breathtaking woman adjusting her cloak, brushing windswept hair from her face, completely unaware that the God of the Underworld was staring at her like a dumbass tourist.
"Alright, Hades… don't screw this up," I muttered to myself.
Time to approach the future Gorgon… before fate or gods do their damage.
Hold up—
Wait a minute.
I can't walk up to Medusa looking like the Underworld's accountant.
I snapped my fingers and shifted form into a handsome young guy. Clean jawline, sharp nose, nice hair.
"Looking good, me."
I strutted forward, ready to make my grand entrance…
and immediately crashed into someone.
WHAM.
"Ah—sorry! I didn't see you there."
Her basket tumbled, apples everywhere. I knelt to help her pick them up—then looked at her and…
Holy.
Mother.
Of.
Olympus.
These weren't apples.
These were giant watermelons.
J-cup? M-cup? I don't know the Greek alphabet enough for this.
I snapped back to reality before I straight-up drowned in cleavage.
She was curvy. Soft. Mature. A total goddess-tier milf. Jackpot.
"Ah, thank you," she said, brushing hair behind her ear. "I was in a rush and didn't see where I was going."
"No worries. What's your name? I'm Deva."
Yeah—I used my past life name. Smooth. Fantastic. Also—shit, Medusa is getting farther away…
But for some reason… this woman looked oddly familiar.
"I'm Persephone."
…
…
AH HELL NO.
Right now?!
How the FUCK is she in Athens?!
Okay—play it cool. Play it fucking cool.
"Persephone? Cute name."
WHY CUTE.
WHY WOULD I SAY CUTE.
Me—Hades—calling the one woman who canonically hates my (well Hades) guts cute?!
She blinked. "Cu… cute? No one has ever called me cute. Not even my name."
…
Okay. Taking it back.
Maybe this timeline isn't doomed yet.
"Well, for once," I said, clearing my throat, "you look cute."
"Oh please, I'm just a fruit seller."
Fruit seller my divine ass.
"How much are the apples, beautiful?"
"One is six obol."
I dropped a whole bag of thirty obol into her hands. Don't judge me—I genuinely love Greek apples ever since I reincarnated here.
"These… th-these…!!!"
"Take them, Seph. I like apples. Not a big deal."
"Th… thank you, Deva."
"Hehe. So cute."
Persephone—the hot milf—actually blushed.
Like a shy little maiden.
Damn it, Hades. Work on your social skills before you accidentally pick up your future wife again.
She hurried away, clutching her apples like treasure.
I exhaled and turned back to my actual objective.
Time to find Medusa—and rewrite her fate, once and for all.
I trailed Medusa—but from a distance.
Not because I'm a stalker.
Because I'm trying to save her damn destiny. Big difference.
That's when I saw it.
Medusa being mugged.
In broad daylight.
In Athens.
"Let me go! You brutes!"
"You dare resist Athens soldiers?"
"Yeah," another one snickered, "but look at this round ass… hehehe…"
Okay.
Now I'm pissed.
I scanned the surroundings.
Above them: a bucket of red stuff.
Probably paint—unfinished building.
To the left: a black bull.
Heh.
Perfect.
I snapped my fingers—
SPLASH.
"The gods! What is this!?"
"Looks like paint, boss!"
"Wait… what's that rumbling sound?"
Yeah, geniuses.
A whole-ass bull.
"AHHHH!!!"
"RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!"
The bull tore down the street, horns lowered, the three thugs screaming like toddlers. I couldn't breathe—laughing way too hard.
Puhahaha—
Ah shit.
Medusa got splashed too.
『The User fucked up. Badly.』
Nobody asked you, system.
I sprinted forward. Medusa was frozen in panic. Good—didn't run into the bull's path.
I swooped in, grabbed her waist, and pulled her out of danger just as the bull chased the thieves straight into the marketplace chaos.
"You okay?"
I asked, pretending to catch my breath.
She nodded, dazed.
Then I turned back to her—
And froze.
They were out.
Her big, soft, massive melons were OUT.
Full display.
Completely uncovered.
My nose exploded like a damn geyser.
Is this some rule in Greek mythology?
Every woman comes factory-equipped with divine-level breasts?!
Sparta's brothels have nothing on this.
And Medusa—
Medusa was PACKING.
Not figuratively.
Literally.
She stood there, paint dripping, chest completely bare, eyes wide.
And I, Lord of the Underworld, Slayer of Monsters, Judge of Souls, The Inhuman God Hades—
Stood there bleeding like a pervert struck by Zeus' lightning.
『System Notification』
Progress on current quest to save Medusa: 10%
Uhh… my head…
And why does my nose feel like it's been stuffed with—
I reached up.
A loincloth.
On my face.
Well, technically just a wool cloth, but still.
Why was I sleeping with it jammed in my nostrils?
I pushed myself upright. I wasn't in the street anymore—this was a small hut. Rented, judging by the cheap wooden beams and the smell of newly dried clay.
I pulled the cloth from my face just as the door creaked open.
"Ah, you're awake."
Medusa stepped inside, carrying a bucket of steaming water, her hair tied back in a loose bun. She looked… fresh. Clean. Beautiful.
"Y-you're…" I began.
"I'm Medusa," she said softly, closing the door behind her. "Medusa Phorcydes."
I blinked.
Full name.
Actual surname.
"Deva, just Deva is fine."
Damn.
I never knew she even had one. History really did her dirty.
"Sorry about earlier," I muttered, scratching my cheek.
"Looking at your… uh…"
"Chest?"
"Yeah. Your chest."
She placed the bucket down and gave a small shrug.
"I don't mind. Spartans have brothels. Athens has brothels too."
Wait.
Hold up.
Athens? BROTHELS?
Since when?!
Athens was supposed to be the holy, professor-filled, statue-loving city of purity!
What, did I miss a damn update? I gotta brush up on this new-life textbook, man.
"But," she continued, tilting her head curiously,
"from a man's perspective… what do you think of them? My chest? Is it weird?"
I raised a hand.
Stone-faced.
A single thumbs-up.
"They're heavenly."
She burst into a soft giggle, the kind that made warm blood rush somewhere dangerous.
She set the bucket beside me and dipped a cloth inside.
"Come,"
she said gently.
"The least I can do is wash you. You saved me."
Getting a body wash from Medusa…?
I must be the luckiest son of a bitch alive.
"No, I shouldn't. I just did what any kind stranger would do."
"Please," she said, stepping closer, hugging her chest together in a way that absolutely should be illegal.
"I insist."
Damn, she's pushy—and stubborn.
And seriously woman, STOP SMOOSHING THOSE HONKERS TOGETHER LIKE THAT.
I CAN ONLY TAKE SO MUCH.
"Sigh… fine. But I'm looking away."
"Hehe, you're shy. Admit it."
Me?
Me?!
Hades, God of the Underworld?
The man-who-judges-souls-and-fucks-succubus-for-breakfast?
SHY?!
My ass.
『Stay calm, User. Remember the goal.』
Right. The goal.
Save Medusa.
Find the hint.
Figure out why the hell the system suddenly decided Medusa is tied to Hades.
Because what connection?!
There's no attachment.
No romance.
No pact.
No war.
No slavery contract.
No "oops we shared a drink at some divine party."
Unless…
Wait.
Athena did give Medusa's head to somebody after Perseus killed her. Some versions say Perseus used it as a weapon, others say he gave it to Athena.
But Hades?
No record says he ever got involved with Medusa.
None.
A false story?
A missing one?
A forbidden one?
Dammit, the more I think about it, the more my brain gets fried like an offering on Apollo's grill.
"There is no way Hades and Medusa are connected," I muttered under my breath.
"None. Zero. Nada."
『Incorrect.』
…What?
I whipped my head mentally toward the system.
『User lacks critical knowledge.
Hint remains undiscovered.
Proceed with current objective.』
That's it?
That's ALL you're giving me?!
Fucking useless spiritual Windows XP talking in riddles.
Meanwhile Medusa had dipped a warm cloth into the bucket and leaned in.
"Um, Deva?" she said softly.
"You can turn around now."
I turned—
And immediately froze.
Because Medusa wasn't just washing my arms or shoulders.
She gently took my hand…
and placed it on her bare stomach.
Warm.
Soft.
Smooth as polished marble.
"You saved me," she whispered.
"This is the least I can do."
My brain short-circuited.
My soul left my body.
My godly willpower crumbled like stale bread.
And the system?
『WARNING: Blood flow increasing. Control yourself, User.』
Fuck you, system. I KNOW.
Before I could say anything, Medusa looked up at me, worry faintly clouding her pretty eyes.
"Deva…?"
"Are you okay? You look tense."
Yeah, I'm tense because if I move an inch, I might accidentally trigger a mythological pregnancy.
But I swallowed hard and forced myself calm.
Because somewhere inside this moment…
there's a hint.
A missing truth.
And if I don't find it—
『Quest Failure Penalty: 30% of Sanity.』
Yeah.
No pressure.
I shot up, nerves frying every wire in my brain, and grabbed my clothes like they were a damn lifeline.
"I—I think I bathed enough… hehe."
Smooth. Real smooth, me.
I was about to make my grand escape, one foot basically out the door when—
"Ah—wait! Deva!"
"Huh?"
I turned back, and right at that moment she slipped on the wet floor. Her hand shot out, grabbed my wrist, and—
THUD!
We fell.
I blinked.
Our lips were touching.
Her tongue was literally in my mouth.
Fuck.
I'M KISSING THE GORGON QUEEN.
Well… before she becomes the Gorgon Queen, anyway.
"I'm sorry! Sorry—I didn't mean to—hmph!!"
What the—?!
SHE'S KISSING ME AGAIN.
Why?!
HOW?!
WHAT IS GOING ON?!
『System Notification』
Progress on current quest to save Medusa: 30%
Eh?!
『Eh?!』
Oi system.
THE FUCK?!
HOW DOES KISSING HER RAISE THE QUEST BAR?!
『Beats me, User. Fufufu…』
...
Oh you absolute mother-fucking digital bastard.
If kissing her raises progress…
If she's still mortal…
If she hasn't been taken in as Athena's priestess yet…
Then—
She's a virgin.
To save Medusa…
I HAVE TO TAKE HER VIRGINITY BEFORE SHE'S OFFERED TO ATHENA.
THAT'S THE HINT.
That's the FUCKING hint.
『I guess…?』
…You guess?
YOU—
FUCKING—
GUESS?!
I swear to all the Olympian fuckwits, when I find the admin who coded this system, I'm going to drag their soul to the Underworld personally and make them alphabetize every bone pile alphabetically.
Medusa, meanwhile?
She pulled back, cheeks flushed, lips glistening, breath trembling.
"D-Deva… I don't know why I… I just felt like… doing that…"
Oh gods.
Oh fuck.
『User heart rate rising. Lust level: Dangerous.』
『Proceed with caution.』
Yeah no shit.
Medusa looked up at me with wide, innocent eyes.
"Did I… do something wrong?"
"No," I managed, swallowing hard.
"You… did everything right."
Her fingers tightened lightly around my shirt.
"Can… we do it again?"
FUCK.
My sanity bar just dropped by 30%.
『Well, not yet… unless you fail the quest.』
Of course.
Of course the damn system says that NOW.
Medusa looked at me with those wide, sincere eyes—like an innocent girl trapped in the body of a sexy, curvy-as-hell goddess-tier milf.
Dammit. Am I really getting hard just from her cute milfness?
"Deva… I don't know why," she whispered, voice trembling with something pure and dangerous. "But somehow… I want you."
"Medusa, please stop and thin—!"
Too late.
She clung to me as I stood, her arms sliding around my shoulders.
My hands instinctively gripped her plump lower back—
Damn.
Her booty was thick, warm, soft, and perfect.
A literal divine peach.
But then— I looked at her.
Really looked.
And suddenly every piece of her tragic mythology punched me in the gut.
The innocence stolen.
The cruelty.
The shame.
The betrayal.
The execution.
Her head turned into a weapon… paraded around like a trophy.
No.
Not this time.
I clenched my jaw.
"Fuck it…"
I slammed her gently against the wall, her breath hitching as her legs wrapped around my waist. Her arms tightened around my neck, pulling me in.
My hand traveled up her waist, gripping her curves, while the other cupped her soft beautiful face.
Her eyes widened.
A mix of fear, want, and desperate hope.
『User…』
Shut up.
『?』
I.
Don't.
Fucking.
Care.
If this is what it takes to save her—
If this is the price to rewrite her fate—
If I must become the villain…
I'll do it.
Her lips parted, trembling.
『System Notification』
Progress on current quest to save Medusa: 70%
SYSTEM?!
WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST DO TO JUMP 40%?!
『Do it…』
…Huh?
Was—
Was that the system's voice… getting breathy?!
『System Notification』
Reward unlocked: Ten Large Bottles of Stamina Potion added to inventory.
...
Oh for fuck's sake.
Even the system is shipping us now.
Medusa's hands slid into my hair as she whispered at my ear,
"Deva… don't stop…"
And gods help me—
I wasn't planning to.
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Chapter 1 — End.