"Looks like the news spread far and wide," Damien said calmly as he took a slow sip of his drink.
Across from him, Welf stared like he had just watched someone casually announce their own execution.
"Of course it did, Damien," Welf said, lowering his voice. "Why wouldn't it?"
He glanced around the Hostess of Fertility. Every table. Every corner. Eyes kept drifting toward Damien, whispers crawling through the air like smoke.
"People love watching suicidal idiots," Welf muttered before draining his glass.
Damien raised an eyebrow. "You really don't trust me?"
Welf slammed his cup down harder than intended.
"It's not that I don't trust you," he said sharply. "You've shattered norms again and again. But this is Ishtar. Set. Apollo. All coming for you at once. That's not brave, that's insane."
He leaned forward.
"If you had just asked, Hephaestus Familia, Takemikazuchi's kids, Miach, even Loki would have stepped in. Wars are won by numbers, Damien. You alone? That's reckless."
Damien leaned back, crossing one leg over the other.
"Relax," he said easily. "I've got it under control."
Welf scoffed.
"Sure you do."
Damien smirked. "Tell you what. Go to the betting arena. Put a ridiculous amount of money on me. I'll make you rich."
Welf stared at him in disbelief.
"Right. So if you screw up, I lose my best friend and all my money. What a deal."
Damien laughed, standing up and clapping Welf on the shoulder.
"Have some faith, you bastard."
He walked toward the counter.
Welf sighed, lifting his drink again, muttering under his breath.
"Too late. I already bet everything on you. Just don't lose."
...
Damien narrowed his gaze toward Syr, who stood stiffly behind the counter, her expression tight.
"You're angry," he said quietly.
"Of course I am," Syr snapped. "You're going to die. Or worse, she'll enslave you. Why would you do this?"
Her voice trembled despite her anger.
"Everyone likes you. Everyone wants to help you. Why choose this path?"
Damien sighed softly.
"Do you really think I'd do this without a plan?" he asked. "Without understanding the danger?"
He stepped closer.
"I'm not stupid. And I'm definitely not suicidal. I like my life."
He cupped her cheeks gently, wiping away the tear that slipped free.
"I don't plan on dying. And I will never serve her."
His gaze softened.
"So don't worry about me. Just support me. Alright?"
Syr hesitated, then nodded.
"Alright. Just… don't lose."
She paused, then added quietly, "You should talk to Chloe. She might do something reckless."
Damien blinked. "Chloe? What do you mean?"
"She's in the back," Syr said. "Go to the alley. I'll send her out."
Damien nodded and headed toward the rear exit.
Moments later, Chloe stepped into the alley, guided by Syr, with Ryuu following closely behind.
"What is it?" Chloe asked, arms crossed. "I heard you wanted to talk, nya."
Damien turned to her. "And I heard you're planning something stupid."
Chloe's ears twitched as she shot a glare at Syr.
"You told him, nya! Syr!"
"She did the right thing," Damien said flatly. "Don't blame her."
He took a step forward.
"So what was the plan? Kill Ishtar? Assassinate a goddess? Brilliant."
Chloe clenched her fists.
"It's better than losing you, nya!" she snapped. "Ryuu tried to join your Familia but the rules blocked her. But me? I won't sit around begging you not to be reckless. I'll stop it myself."
"Oh?" Damien replied calmly. "And then what does that make me? The man who declared war, then hid behind assassins?"
His eyes hardened.
"You need to understand something."
The alley shifted.
Shadows moved.
A blade appeared at Chloe's throat.
Ryuu reacted instantly, leaping back as she sensed it. The alley, the rooftops, the corners, all of it was filled. Monsters. Adventurers. Silent, unmoving shadows.
Chloe froze, eyes wide as she stared at the knight holding her life in place.
She turned slowly toward Damien.
"You're…"
Ryuu spoke first, voice tight.
"You're the Necromancer. The one who attacked Ishtar before."
Damien nodded once.
"I'm just finishing what I started."
The shadows melted away, returning to his feet as if nothing had happened.
He turned to leave.
"Don't worry about me anymore."
Silence lingered.
Then Chloe laughed weakly.
"Well, shit, nya. Now I feel stupid."
Ryuu exhaled, watching Damien disappear down the alley.
"I think," she said quietly, "he'll be just fine."
...
The goddess of beauty lay upon her divan, a vision of idle sensuality. Her pink hair cascaded over the cushions as she reclined, one leg draped off the edge to touch the cool floor, the other bent and resting on the couch itself. The pose left her completely nude form open and on display. Between her thighs, a man also nude worked diligently, his tongue lapping at her core, tracing patterns before delving deeper in search of a response.
To Aphrodite, it was nothing. The sensation was a distant hum, a feeble stimulation that failed to stir the depths of her divine need. A flicker of impatience crossed her perfect features. Her hand settled on the man's head, fingers tangling in his hair, and she shoved his face harder into her, grinding against his mouth. He obeyed, sucking harder, his efforts growing frantic.
After a while, his body began to squirm, a desperate need for air making his muscles twitch. She did not care. She wrapped her silken legs around his head, locking him in place, forcing him to continue even as his struggles weakened. Only when he finally went limp, slumping against her thigh, did she release him. With a disinterested kick, she pushed his unconscious form aside.
A snap of her fingers. The door opened. A silent attendant entered, dragged the spent man away, and was immediately replaced by another who knelt to take his place, his head dutifully lowering between her open legs.
The door opened again.
This time, it was the goddess Ishtar who entered, her brown skin glowing in the lamplight, her own magnificent body bare. "Aphrodite… my friend…" she purred, her voice like smoked honey.
She moved to the divan, leaning down to capture Aphrodite's mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. "I love you," Ishtar breathed against her lips. "You were right. Damien is indeed the one. I have trapped his familia in a wargame… one that I won't lose. And with it, I'll own him and recover the Renard."
Joy radiated from her as she pulled back, intending to sit. First, she snapped her fingers. A man entered and sat obediently on the couch. Ishtar spread his legs, grasped his cock to align it, and sank down onto him in one smooth, practiced motion, seating him fully inside her as she settled facing Aphrodite.
"Don't forget to share," Aphrodite said, her voice a lazy murmur even as the new man between her own thighs renewed his efforts.
"Oh? Don't you worry, love," Ishtar moaned, leaning back to use the man as her living chair, beginning to rock her hips in a slow, dominant rhythm. "I'll make sure you and I share Damien. You deserve it… thank you for being such a friend."
"I heard you even roped in Apollo and Set into the plan?" Aphrodite asked, her breath hitching slightly as she once again guided the servant's head with a firm hand.
"Yes, I had them join me," Ishtar confirmed, her own movements growing more deliberate. "Orario is not ready for this alliance. I apologize for not including you in the wargame… I was only allowed allies, and your familia… well, they're not the combat type." She let out a soft gasp, a smirk playing on her lips. "However, you produce excellent sex slaves."
"I don't mind," Aphrodite sighed. "I find it suspicious that Hestia accepted, though… Don't you think they have a secret plan?"
"Yes… I think they do," Ishtar conceded, her pace increasing. "But it won't matter… will it? Because I have a trump card as well." With a final, shuddering roll of her hips, she felt the man beneath her climax inside her. She rose, dripping, and walked to Aphrodite, kicking away the man servicing her friend.
Ishtar lay back on the divan and pulled Aphrodite up by her hands. She spread her own thighs, presenting her cum-filled sex to the goddess of beauty. "I talked to Kali," Ishtar revealed, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "She has sent me… a special Amazonian warrior from Telskyura. We are winning this."
Aphrodite's smile was one of genuine delight. She leaned forward, her tongue tracing a slow, intimate path to clean her lover's offering. "I'm excited for this… my love."
And as the two goddesses of beauty, pleasure, and sex resumed their debauchery, their moans and whispers seamlessly wove into the intricate plans for the upcoming war game.
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