The Myth of the Greek Heavenly Demon

Chapter 105 – The Subjugated Goddess

Thus ended the long yet short frenzy.
Starting with a deep and violent kiss, the virgin goddess, whose body and mind had been toyed with, fainted amidst continuous pleasure, exuding a lewd fragrance.
Carefully, I lifted her well-tuned body and laid her on the cloak spread on the floor, taking a moment to admire the sight.

“Huuuh… huuuuuh…”

Artemis, who barely escaped the pleasure akin to torture that continued until just a moment ago, fainted.
However, her body still twitched with the lingering echoes of that climax, and her sweat-drenched, sharp beauty had already melted into a flushed state.
The hunting attire, soaked through, clung to the white female form beneath, which had been toyed with countless times by my hands, stained a pleasing red hue for my visual delight. Most exquisite of all was the secret sanctuary of her lower abdomen, steeped in a rich aroma, marked by the dark gleam of a cursed brand.

“What was it called, the vulva?”

The Goddess Artemis’s chastity remained intact, yet the woman named Artemis had already succumbed to my hands, as marked by the brand.
A symbol of the accomplishment of violating a pure goddess, an object of endless male admiration, and evidence that my patience had reached divine levels.
Yes, I had overcome it.
The desire to violate this alluring, lascivious, yet still pure and fiercely defiant goddess named Artemis.

“Consuming is simple, but that wouldn’t be as fun.”

Just like wine needs to age deeply to taste good.
This pure goddess, too, needed to ripen on her own and fall into my hands willingly to make it truly meaningful.
Honestly, it was hard to resist, but I thought that waiting, leaving it for future enjoyment, might make it even sweeter.

“Above all, dealing with two gods filled with resentment towards me is a bit burdensome right now.”

I never thought that the martial arts I had honed and the martial prowess I had built were low.
However, unlike the human-centric era of the Central Plains Murim world, this mythological Greece was teeming with countless variables like gods, spirits, and beasts.
Those who shared the same air as me and traversed the heavens and earth were divine beings who considered humans, or even gods or spirits of the same level, trivial.
Unless it was during my orphanage days in Passos when I imagined life as a fisherman or hunter.
If I flaunt my past life’s knowledge and slightly superior martial arts, I might be devoured in an instant.
Thus, my primary task upon entering the Forest of Heroes was to restore my martial prowess and establish my position in this era.
The gods, whether directly or indirectly involved, began to entangle, and it wasn’t just any ordinary gods but more than three of the Twelve Divine Demons from mythology.
Moreover, as I started forming bonds with the other protagonists of mythology, the heroes, the self-imposed tasks progressed smoothly.

I once sparred with the Olympian Goddess Artemis on Passos Island.
Afterward, I also crossed spears with the great sage Chiron, who experienced the Titanomachy.
I even fought with the great hero Hercules, whose combat prowess ranked top in mythology.
I went as far as having my martial arts verified by Ares, the god whose domain was akin to my patron deity, Asura.
I had encountered Hera, who showed unexpected power beyond merely chastising heroes, as well as less renowned goddesses like Nemesis and Eris.

The biggest challenge that came from all these encounters was none other than Artemis, a goddess known for her supreme arrogance among males.

The Goddess of the Crescent Moon, the Guardian of Chastity, the Eternal Huntress.
Following her lineage, she was a part of the Twelve Olympians, born to a Titan mother and the God Zeus of Olympus, with her brother being the Sun God Apollo.
In short, she was a goddess born with a divine silver spoon, surpassing even a golden one.
Sure, her early life was hard, with her mother fleeing from Hera while pregnant with twins, chased by the great serpent Python.
But such hardships were soon overshadowed as her father raised her, a child not even born of his lawful wife, to the rank of a major god. And what a portfolio of divine duties she held: the protector of travelers under the night sky, the mistress of forests and game by moonlight, the ruler of the wild, the tyrant of purity who held the fates of maidens in her hands.

It was sickening how privileged she was.

“Tsk, some people, since they can’t die, are pushed to the brink by the Twelve Divine Demons. Even after reincarnating, they had to overcome all sorts of politics and conspiracies to barely reach a god-like position.”

We were worshiped as gods, sure, but they worked us like dogs too.

The mere thought of those nightmarish paperwork duties made me shudder again.
I’d much rather fight bloody battles on the front lines.
If I’d had the chance to be born like her, hunting with beautiful women for thousands of years while receiving offerings and enjoying life as a god, I wouldn’t have minded that either.

Anyway, having a goddess with such a background harbor a one-sided grudge against me and coming to kill me was quite a troublesome affair.
Even Hera, the queen of the gods and Zeus’s lawful wife, warned Artemis not to touch me or Atalanta, but she’d already begged her father to let her kill me.
That should tell you just how vicious and persistent her nature was.

“In any case, she’s relentless.”

If, by any chance, I were to lose, considering the big data of mythology, Artemis would 100 percent not let me die peacefully.
Even if I won the fight, Artemis would most likely run straight to her father and brother to tattle as she pleased.
It was truly a situation where I was cornered, whether I won or lost.

Of course, the premise for me was victory only.
After lightly testing my skills in Passos, and personally absorbing and using that silver divine power.
Even without deploying the Godly Demonic Qi, I could assure victory if I reached the Supreme Demon state, and indeed, it was so.
Had Artemis been a warrior of the Fire Realm, skilled in fully utilizing that divine power, I couldn’t guarantee victory with just the Supreme Demon level.
But the century of war I had survived, and the enlightenment of the demonic path I had gained at the peak of a sea of blood could not be overcome by mere divine power and long lifespans.

“Of course, there were a few surprising moments, but that was nothing special.”

Divine power and miracles.
The divine power Artemis displayed was certainly extraordinary, but ultimately, what mattered in a fight was strength, speed, and timing.
How fast, how strong, and how well you strike at the right moment—those three elements were where I completely overwhelmed her, and even assimilated her talents as my own.
That’s how I achieved perfect victory.

However, what I needed was a plan for after that victory.
Even if Ares and Hera came to my defense, Zeus, who elevated his illegitimate child to the rank of a major god, and her brother would never leave me alone.
And given the passive nature of curses in this world of Greece, it was clear that the consequences of my actions would extend to others, like Atalanta, not just myself.

Therefore, what I needed was a way to ensure that even after Artemis lost to me, her father and brother wouldn’t get involved.
And paradoxically, the key to the best plan, which I couldn’t be sure of until the fight, was provided by the Goddess of Purity, who was indulging in pleasure beside me.

“Hmm… Let’s see. What if I do it like this?”

With a light adjustment of the Godly Demonic Qi, a curse similar to the one etched on Artemis’s genitalia appeared at my fingertips.
And if I lightly flicked it…

-Snap!

“Haaah?!”

Artemis, who was lying next to me, arched her body like a bow and let out a rough moan.
The sweat and body fluids running down her flushed, trembling legs under the moonlight made it clear that the curse I had etched had taken hold perfectly.
I couldn’t help but smile at the strong and refreshing scent, reminiscent of mint, that emanated from her.

“Ha! Haaaah?!”

“Isn’t it truly ironic, Artemis? The curse you cast to mock and kill me miserably has instead become the trigger for your own corruption.”

The form of the black snake I briefly transformed into, and the venomous fangs that pierced the goddess’s neck.
Above all, the curse mark engraved on Artemis’s lower abdomen and the divine power of the Godly Demonic Qi resonating with it were all adaptations of the power and curse Artemis had shown me.
In the end, the Goddess of Purity, due to her own severe nature and arrogance, unknowingly handed over everything for her own downfall.

“How delightful is this? Don’t you agree?”

The lips, like petals, that were violated by me, as long as the goddess named Artemis exists as the Goddess of Purity, she could never dare to confess to anyone that she had already succumbed to pleasure several times.
No matter how hard she ran to escape me, her legs, soaked in lust and trembling with desire, would only carry her back to me, eager to offer herself to me.
And when the lust of her body finally consumed even her soul, and the cursed mark on her sanctuary bloomed fully, the beautiful myth of Artemis would, at last, fall into my hands.

This was the key to my eternal victory in this war.

What I wanted from this arrogant loser was not simply a night’s pleasure.
What I truly desired from her was complete submission and obedience.
To others, she might still be the sharp Goddess of the Hunt, the eternal Guardian of Chastity.
But before me, she would abandon all that, prostrating herself at my feet, voluntarily becoming a bitch that craves pleasure and affection.
Casting aside pride, dignity, and divinity, obeying my orders, forgetting even Zeus and Apollo, thinking only of me, the eternally perfect slave.
Artemis, the once pure and proud goddess, would fall so low that her only desire would be to satisfy my whims like a slave.
That was truly the trophy I desired today.

“Shall I try to wake her up now?”

The curse engraved on the goddess’s womb was not a mere brand.
It was a curse that seized the vessel containing the most powerful vitality of a woman, akin to the dantian for a warrior.
Moreover, the body marked by this was the divine spirit of a god, pure and unified with mind and body.
In other words, the sacred body of the goddess had become a mere toy for me, and with a flick of my hand, she could only writhe in pleasure and anguish.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

[Wake up.]

“Hyaah?!”

The goddess’s body faithfully obeyed my command and awoke, and her eyes, soaked in confusion, met mine.