On the way to the Temple of Civilization, Zeus had already straightened his attire.
And he put on that gentlest, handsomest smile—enough to make ten thousand goddesses swoon.
The beauty stratagem, when a goddess uses it on a god, works well; when he, the All-Father, uses it on a goddess, it naturally works too!
Bear in mind, even setting all else aside, he is also the Father of Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty!
He too holds the authority of "love and beauty."
Once his divine body manifests, it is absolute goodness and absolute beauty—utterly flawless and immaculate.
Especially the essence of his divinity—supremely radiant, vast without end.
Dealing with a goddess is simple, really.
Just walk up and give her a gentle smile, and that's enough.
If a smile isn't enough, add two pretty words—and that's basically sufficient.
Zeus's thinking was not wrong.
But…
The all-knowing goddess who knew him best thought the very same.
So, before he could use his "beauty stratagem" on her,
She moved first.
The God-King stepped into the hall and saw at a glance his beloved goddess, lounging lazily on her throne.
And in that instant, the myriad moving words he had prepared in his heart were all forgotten.
Even the well-traveled God-King widened his eyes at once, shocked beyond compare!
His golden eyes were literally shining—almost heart-shaped!
There was only the all-knowing goddess in the temple.
She lay on her side on her throne, with a touch of languor and a hint of tipsy ease.
She wore a semi-sheer, pure white women's dress shirt.
The shirt was already somewhat translucent, with a hazy allure.
But, conveniently, it was a size smaller than the memory goddess's bounteous figure.
So that it set off her upper majesty to the full—round and tight enough to make a god's mouth water.
And the top three rose-gold buttons—the ones at the crucial spot—were undone.
So a certain lacy undergarment, in a mysteriously tasteful hue someone had once praised, was half-revealed beneath.
Whether on purpose, by accident, or "accidentally on purpose," who could say.
Still, a shirt one size too small is surely uncomfortable.
The all-knowing Great Mother was already voluptuous; to unbutton a few for air made perfect sense.
Reasonable!
Below the shirt was a pure black, tight-fitting office short skirt that matched it perfectly.
Likewise a size too small, it hugged the rounded peach, showing a perfect, tempting curve.
Only, the skirt was a bit too short.
Had she moved a hair more, Zeus would certainly have seen even lovelier vistas.
Upon those snow-white, slender thighs she wore glossy black stockings—the kind with delicate lace at the tops.
Her long legs were crossed, her pose languidly reclined—an endless bloom of grace.
Below was all the more soul-stirring.
On her petite, exquisite feet dangled a pair of black, cutout, stiletto, point-toed heels—half-on, half-off.
With round, pearl-like toes she idly hooked one shoe, letting it sway with her lazy motions, on the verge of slipping.
Zeus truly worried the shoe might fall.
The marble floor was so cool—what if her feet were bare?
The God-King's golden eyes were now nearly all heart-shaped.
His keen gaze had already swept back and forth over the all-knowing goddess's graceful form several times.
Not just his gaze went soft; he felt his whole body going a bit weak.
Yet the goddess of civilization acted as if she hadn't seen Zeus at all.
She was still sipping god-wine in small mouthfuls.
At that, Zeus's heart pounded again.
Upon Mnemosyne's lotus-white arms, she wore glossy black evening gloves with lace trims, setting off the length and allure of her limbs—irresistible.
Those hands, if they were to…
The God-King, lost in fancy, couldn't help swallowing.
In her hand the all-knowing goddess held a pure-gold cup.
She tipped it in the air, and the long thread of golden wine flowed slowly into her rosy lips.
Gold and black together, within the lace's mesh, made the perfect foil for her flawless body.
Zeus's eyes slid with the wine to his beloved goddess's glossy, dewy lips.
He himself licked his upper lip, as if he could already taste that supreme sweetness.
"Huh?"
"Hey?!!"
Zeus suddenly widened his golden eyes and riveted them upon the all-knowing goddess's bewitching face.
Only now did he notice—upon the peerless features of his beloved Memory Goddess, there perched a pair of gold-rim, half-frame chain glasses!
Though her pose was languid and boneless, her face yet held a solemn, severe expression!
Holy in dignity—yet infinitely alluring!
In his heart Zeus cried out: F—! A schoolteacher… F—!!!
How do you know so much!
Oh no!
She knows me far too well!
I fell for her enchantment again!
Say what you will—Night was still too green.
Compared with the all-knowing Memory Goddess, the few tricks Night had cribbed weren't worth mentioning.
At faster-than-light speed, Zeus rushed to the bewitching goddess of civilization and memory.
He sprawled before her, scooped Mnemosyne's silk-gloved jade hands into his arms,
And, tender as if cradling treasure, caressed them, his eyes drunk with her charms.
Enchanted yet again by the God-King-special ultra enchantment, he toyed with those sleek little hands and laced his big fingers tightly with hers.
Face rapt, he couldn't help saying, "Oh—my most beloved Mnemosyne! My goddess, my dearest—what an incredible surprise!"
"Thank you—my love, my most precious love!"
"With you so beautiful before me—how happy I am!"
"Am I truly not dreaming? Never have I been as happy as now. My dear, I am so grateful for this grace!"
Mnemosyne flung her golden cup aside.
She cleared her throat slightly, then lifted a hand to nudge up the gold rims upon the bridge of her fine nose.
Half sitting up now, she donned an air of utmost severity.
Her luscious red lips shaped the sternest words: "Student Zeus, stand properly!"
"Mind your station! Do your proper duty—and keep a proper distance from your teacher!"
"Do not behave in such unseemly, disrespectful ways again!"
As the all-knowing goddess spoke, a slender pointer appeared in her hand.
She tapped Zeus's shoulder with it, brows knitting, and said more sternly still, "Teacher has something to discuss with you properly now."
"Student Zeus, your recent conduct greatly displeases me."
But the God-King, long since overcome, could no longer restrain himself.
This fun little cosplay game could be played—
But not now.
He truly could not handle a "civilization goddess" like this!
And as an old hand, he knew very well that saying more never matched doing more.
When your beloved is unhappy, no amount of talking compares to granting her the most blissful satisfaction directly.
That is the most effective and direct way to a woman's heart.
Never fails.
If it does—go see an old doctor of Chinese medicine.
So Zeus lunged like a starving tiger!
To hesitate even a hair would be the greatest disrespect to the all-knowing civilization goddess before him!
Who cares about this or that?
First—business!
Everything else can wait for cooler heads!
He just couldn't cool down now!
Teacher Mnemosyne, suddenly beset, struggled to push Zeus away,
Determined to protect herself!
Her pretty face showed panic and fluster.
Firm, coquettish refusals spilled out one after another.
"Ah—Student Zeus! What are you trying to do?"
"Stop! Stop now! You still—you still have time!"
"Don't let one misstep lead to another! You mustn't! Truly mustn't!"
"You cannot walk the road of crime! That road has no return!"
"Stop at once! Teacher can forgive you and overlook this mistake!"
"Fine, fine, fine—what's past I'll overlook too! Stop—"
"Hey—Student Zeus! You really—"
"Ah—this is—far too much!"
"I—I am your teacher!"
"Mmm—"
"No! No, no—stop—"
"Student Zeus… you really are…"
"Hopelessly bad—!"
A long time later, Teacher All-Knowing still had not managed to "instruct" Student Zeus.
When she finally gathered the remnants of her nearly melted spirit, she was curled like a lazy, satisfied cat in Zeus's arms.
Her deep eyes were half-closed in feigned repose, her quickened breath not yet fully calmed.
At last composed, the God-King toyed with his beloved's still-gloved jade fingers.
In a voice that sounded utterly sincere, he apologized: "Forgive me, my most revered Teacher Mnemosyne!"
"All of this was my fault! I wonder whether this earnest apology can win your generous forgiveness?"
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