I woke up with a splitting headache. I usually don't drink, but when I do, it never ends well for me.
Not that alcohol gets me high—the aftereffects are far worse. Bad genetics, I guess. For me, drinks are usually just a means to get things working… and then promptly breaking again.
I don't remember why I got so wasted last night, but I wouldn't have been surprised to wake up in a room with a smoking-hot piece of ass. That's just how things usually go for me.
I tried opening my eyelids, which felt like they were glued shut with industrial-strength super glue. It took effort—far more than it should have. But what awaited me wasn't the ceiling of a hotel room.
It was a massive chandelier.
Not just one—multiple of them.
My head was still spinning as I looked around. I seemed to be in some enormous, ancient courtroom, with a towering throne looming at the far end.
"Welcome to the land of gods."
"I am Amrytha, the Goddess of Eternal Life and Love."
As I made an effort to get up, I realized I was lying butt naked on the floor. I could hear someone mumbling nearby, but it all felt far too distant—and frankly, too useless—for me to bother worrying about.
When I finally managed to stand on my two feet, I saw an ethereal figure standing atop the throne.
As she walked toward me, I could clearly make her out. That beautiful face—unlike the women these days, she wasn't weak, frail, or thin. Instead, she carried a majestic aura. Standing nearly six feet tall, her body was well-laden with both muscle and fat. She was thick—thick in exactly the way she was meant to be.
As she came closer, I couldn't help but adore her glowing, baby-white skin. Her body was barely draped in clothing, just a piece of white cloth that only managed to hide what it absolutely had to.
"I was quite unfortunate to see you die at such a young and tender age. For someone so young, you experienced a great deal—but there was still so much left for you to experience."
"You may have made quite a few mistakes in your life, but an innocent and loving soul like yours deserves a second chance"
Walking closer, she held my hand comforting me, for god knows what reason, not that i cared.
"My dear Goddess…"
Gripping her hand tightly, I held on as if letting go would shatter me. I looked into her eyes—my hands trembling, my eyes watery, my face sunken with sadness.
"I am grateful for your kindness, but I do not need a second chance."
Tears streamed down my face. I was visibly shaken.
I moved closer. Inches turned into centimeters, and soon enough, I was resting against her bosom.
"I don't want a second chance. I know it's too much to ask, but a few moments of comfort are all I seek."
In that instant, I knew it—those five years in kindergarten, becoming a tree, were worth it.
Nestled against her, the sense of peace I felt was ethereal. If heaven existed, it had to be here. The floral scent of her body made my mind hazy, almost drunk.
Realizing I was getting distracted, I refocused on my intent. My arm slid further around her waist, feeling the gentle curves beneath my hand.
I lifted my head and looked into her eyes
"Miss Goddess… you are so beautiful. Your—everything about you is so ethereal that I can't even find the words to do it justice."
I moved my other hand to her neck and cupped it gently.
"They say actions speak louder than words. Let me appreciate your beauty through mine."
With that, I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. Then her cheeks. Then her neck. As our bodies brushed against each other, I could feel her gentle warmth.
Seeing no resistance, I dared to push further, nibbling softly at her neck.
Finally, I pulled her closer, letting her fall into my embrace, and locked my gaze with hers.
Real or not, the pleasure of being so close to such beauty was beyond imagination.
I leaned in, inch by inch, toward her lips—and when they finally touched, what I tasted wasn't the softness of a ripe, juicy plum, but a two-million-volt shock that crashed my motherboard.
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I woke up, feeling something gentle and warm rubbing against my face. For a second, it felt like the sweet caress of a mother.
Then I realized…
It was someone's foot.
Gentle and warm, yes—but also extremely humiliating.
"Well, well… look who's finally up, Mr. Horny-Dog."
Unlike the gentle, ethereal, motherly voice from before, this one was pure ridicule.
As I sat up, I was met with a figure similar to the one I'd seen earlier—except she was much more petite, like a young teen.
"Mother asked me to take care of you," she said, squatting in front of me like I was some kind of stray animal she'd been forced to babysit.
"And don't try anything funny," she added, her smile widening. "Unless you want to experience a few million volts again."