Chapter 327 - Army of goddesses
As a festive highlight in Orario, the Denatus naturally stretched longer than a typical meeting, lasting from an hour to an entire morning.
After watching Hestia head to the Babel that morning, Mahiro ventured into DxD world, with time set too around 1:1000.
Nearly hours later, he returned to the world.
Stepping into the courtyard, Mahiro spotted a petite figure sprinting toward him—Hestia, looking anything but divine.
She ran as if pursued by a beast, barreling forward with frantic urgency.
"Boom!"
Hestia collided with the doorframe, her unsteady legs saved from collapse only by its support.
"Hestia, what's wrong? Why are you so exhausted?" Mahiro asked, puzzled by her disheveled state.
He moved to guide her to the living room for rest.
Panting, Hestia clung to the doorframe, lifting her flushed, weary face.
"Mahiro… huff… run!" she gasped, her voice faltering.
"???" Mahiro blinked, utterly confused.
Run? From what? She'd only attended a Denatus, not fled a battlefield.
"No time to explain… it's not safe here… go, now!" Hestia urged, catching her breath, her voice thick with panic.
"Mahiro's here!" a sudden, thrilled shout cut her off.
Hestia's face drained of color.
Mahiro turned toward the voice, spotting a group of women charging toward them.
Each was breathtakingly beautiful, their appearances flawless, spanning youthful innocence to mature allure.
Their styles varied—pure, sultry, curvaceous, slender—embodying every facet of male fantasy.
Yet, their shared expression of eager fascination, as if they'd found a rare treasure, unnerved him.
In a chaotic rush, the women swarmed Mahiro.
"Got you!"
"Hestia's child!"
"Cuter than the reports!"
Arms tugged at him, pulling him into fleeting embraces, soft touches and intoxicating scents overwhelming his senses.
"Let go of Mahiro, you shameless goddesses!" Hestia's furious shout pierced the chorus of cooing voices.
"What's going on? Can someone explain?" Mahiro said, bewildered.
The situation was a mix of delight and dread.
Any man might dream of such attention, but the intensity was alarming.
Realizing they were all goddesses clarified their stunning beauty.
"Mahiro, ditch Hestia and join my Familia!" a twin-tailed goddess chirped.
"No thanks," Mahiro declined firmly.
"Too quick to refuse!"
"Forget that loli Hestia. Come to my Familia!"
"Young man, still inexperienced? Let me show you why mature women outshine lolitas," another purred.
Mahiro's mouth twitched at their brazen words.
Were these goddesses all channeling Freya or Ishtar? Their street-side seduction was shamelessly bold.
"Move!" Hestia snapped, shoving through the crowd to yank Mahiro free, breaking him from their grasp.
"Hestia, don't hoard him! Share this gem with us!" a goddess protested.
"Why's a virgin goddess hogging a strapping lad like Mahiro?"
"We're offended for him. A goddess shouldn't stifle a young man's vigor—it's unhealthy!"
Mahiro stood speechless.
"Who said I'm chaste?" Hestia roared, incensed by their taunts.
The goddesses fell silent, staring at her in disbelief.
"No way! Hestia's been claimed?" one gasped.
"Breaking news! Orario's three virgin goddesses are down to two!"
"Hestia, always aloof to men, gave up her first?"
"What are you all on about?" Hestia fumed.
"I get it!" a goddess exclaimed abruptly.
"Hestia, you're shameless!" another accused.
"What did I do?" Hestia said, baffled.
"You used your body to snare Mahiro! How else would he join your tiny Familia?"
"Totally!"
"No doubt!"
"He's a teenage boy, naive to the world, seduced by Hestia!"
The goddesses nodded in unison, convinced.
"You're the shameless ones, you lustful goddesses! Who's trying to seduce my Mahiro with their bodies?" Hestia shouted, her anger blazing.
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