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The steaming waters of the onsen did little to cool the sudden, sweltering tension that enveloped them. Tsubaki, her senses drowned in liquor, possessed none of her usual razor-sharp restraint. Her gaze, dark and unfocused, was utterly mesmerized by the sight of Damien's naked form. Before he could form a word of caution, she closed the distance between them, her body pressing flush against his in the buoyant water.
The feeling was electric. The soft, formidable weight of her chest molded against him, and he could feel the distinct, hardened points of her nipples tracing a path across his skin as she moved. Her lips, hot and seeking, found the column of his neck, branding him with a kiss. Every glorious, nude curve of her was thrown against his frame, a silken prison of intoxicating warmth.
"You…," she slurred, her breath a hot, sake-scented puff against his damp skin. Her hands slid from his chest down the defined ridges of his abdomen, mapping his physique with drunken reverence. "Are a SEXY… man *hiccup*."
Damien's jaw tightened, a low groan trapped in his throat. "Okay…," he managed, his voice a gravelly echo of its usual composure. "While I do appreciate a beauty being all over me… I think you need to stop for now." His hands, firm and decisive, came up to capture her wandering wrists, gently but inexorably prying them from his body. "You are way too drunk for this."
A slow, sultry smile spread across Tsubaki's lips. "Ohh… You like to be the dominant one…*hiccup*," she purred, her body going pliant in his grasp, inviting his restraint. "I like being dominated *hiccup*. Do as you wish with me, Damien."
He held her pinned, the struggle within him plain on his face. "Aghh… You're going to regret this in the morning…" he gritted out, making a more concerted effort to push her away.
"Why are you ignoring me…*hiccup*?" she murmured, her words a pout against his skin as she dipped her head to kiss the center of his chest.
"Tsubaki… No…," Damien said, the word final. In one fluid, powerful motion, he rose to his feet, water sluicing from his body. The sudden movement left him standing above her, fully exposed.
Tsubaki's intoxicated gaze drifted downward, and her eyes widened. "Oh, Wow," she breathed, her arm lifting from the water, fingers reaching. "It's big."
Damien took a swift step back, evading her touch. "I said No, Tsubaki!" His voice was sharp now, a command that cut through the steam.
The rejection seemed to finally pierce her drunken haze, twisting into a different, more melancholic emotion. "I see…*hiccup* I understand…," she whispered, her expression crumbling. "I'm way too old for you, huh? I'm sorry…*hiccup* I should leave." She clumsily got to her feet, turning away from him to make her unsteady exit from the onsen.
"No… It's not like that, Tsubaki," Damien called out, his tone softening into one of frustrated pacification. "You're a beautiful and very sexy woman… Honestly."
She didn't look back, hugging her arms around herself. "I understand… All these young *hiccup* girls surrounding you."
"No," he stated firmly, his reason finally overriding the chaotic situation. "You're drunk… Tsubaki. That's why. I cannot do this with you. I don't know if you even really want this." He let out a weary sigh. "When you sober up… we can talk about this. All right?"
But his words fell on deaf ears. Tsubaki, a vision of mortified and annoyed grace, stepped out of the onsen and disappeared into the night, leaving a trail of water and unresolved tension in her wake.
Damien sank back into the water with a frustrated growl, the heat doing nothing to soothe his agitation. "Aghh… this is annoying… Unbelievable… She now thinks I hate her…." He ran a wet hand through his hair, exasperated. "Do people in this world not know that messing with a drunk girl is a big no-no?"
Alone again, the silence felt heavier than before. "Whatever…," he muttered to the empty air. "I'll continue my bath…. Hopefully without interruptions this time."
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The warm water of the final rinse did little to wash away the lingering frustration clinging to Damien. Stepping out of the shower, he dried himself with a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the entire day. It had been long, and in a uniquely infuriating way. Two encounters. Two beautiful, fully nude women in the sanctum of the bath. And yet, he was retiring to his bed alone, his willpower the only victor in a war his body had desperately wanted to lose. One a teasing vixen, the other a drunken mess—the universe, it seemed, was a cruel comedian.
With a grunt of resignation, he extinguished the lamp and sank into the cool embrace of his bedsheets, willing sleep to claim him and end this frustrating chapter. But the gods, it appeared, were not yet done with their jest. In fact, one had taken a very personal interest.
A shift in the mattress, a whisper of movement, and then a warm, lithe form was pressing against his side. The scent of divine perfume and something sharper—Soma's finest, perhaps—filled his senses.
"Hello... Little Damien," a sly, melodious voice purred directly into his ear. "I heard you've been flirting with some of my Familia members, eh?"
Damien's eyes snapped open in the darkness. "Loki," he said, his voice flat with a mixture of exhaustion and disbelief. "What are you doing in my bed?"
The Trickster Goddess merely chuckled, wriggling closer until she was half-draped across his chest, her head finding a comfortable perch on his pectoral muscle. "Hey, I just wanted to talk, all right?" she insisted, though her actions spoke a different, more intimate language. "I still don't understand why you chose Hestia instead of me...."
"Are you really that much of a sore loser?" Damien asked, the weariness evident in his tone.
She lifted her head, and in the faint moonlight filtering through the window, he could see her face was flushed a delicate pink. "Hey, I'm not being a sore loser..." she protested, her emerald eye glinting. "I just want answers! To why you chose that big-chested idiot over me."
A familiar suspicion dawned on him. "Are you drunk?" he asked, incredulous. "Why is everyone drunk today? Aren't gods supposed to be immune to that shit?"
Loki gave a dismissive, tipsy wave. "Well... I brought a special drink from Soma.... Perfect drink for this occasion."
"And what, pray tell, is this 'occasion'?" Damien inquired, one eyebrow raised even though she couldn't see it.
"Me seducing you so you can switch from Hestia to me?" she joked, though the underlying current of genuine curiosity was unmistakable.
"You know I'm not doing that..." he replied, his resolve firm.
"Well, I don't know... Something... For some reason, I'm very attracted to you," she mumbled, nuzzling her face back into his chest with a surprising lack of guile. "I'm a goddess; that's not supposed to happen.... You have a secret."
"A secret, huh? I don't know about that," Damien deflected, his mind beginning to race even as he enjoyed the feel of her against him. "All I know is that you are harassing me right now... Not that I mind... But still.. It is weird that you and many other girls have been going after me today? What did I do today that got all that, hmm?" He stared up at the ceiling, the pattern of events starting to form a disquieting picture. "Can't you find something, as a goddess?"
He looked down at her, expecting a witty retort or a sly probe. There was none. Only the slow, steady rhythm of her breathing.
"Loki?" he prompted.
Silence.
He gave her a slight shake. Nothing but a soft, sleepy sigh in response.
"Oh shit.... She is down..... And asleep on my chest...." he muttered to the silent room. The sheer absurdity of the situation finally overwhelmed his frustration. "Right.... Okay.... Great."
With a final, soul-deep sigh of surrender, Damien let his head fall back onto the pillow. Pushing her off seemed both impossible and unnecessarily churlish. The Goddess of Mischief had successfully invaded his bed, and now she was using him as a divine mattress.
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