"I... honestly don't know," Auranys replied, her fingers sliding across Qingyi's muscular abdomen while her enormous pale tits pressed against his right ribs in a tight, warm embrace.
It was funny.
She was once known as one of the most intelligent deities, a representative of justice and light, with a mind that rivaled even that of the goddess of strategy.
Now, she barely knew what to do.
"Don't you have any ambition to regain your powers?" Qingyi asked, looking at her.
"I do, but… I'm fine like this. I want to relax a little longer with Celestia and Isabel, learn to cook better, and, well…" The goddess's lips trembled, unable to find the right words. "To be by your side for more time…"
"I think mortal life isn't so bad after all."
Qingyi didn't press her.
To him, the best path she could take was the one that made her happiest.
If she wanted help regaining her powers, great.
If she didn't, that was great too.
As long as she was happy, he truly didn't care.
