Chapter 339: Focalors' Direct Strike
"Sigh... To think that woman Astrea beat me to it." A calm voice tinged with slight dissatisfaction echoed directly in Furina's mind.
"It seems I'll have to take matters into my own hands."
The next moment, the panic and embarrassment in Furina's eyes faded, replaced by the resolute intent of the God of Justice, Focalors. She had already seized control of the body.
That night, Aiden was humming off-key, ready to stroll over to Robin's room as usual to enjoy their quiet time together.
But as he walked past Focalors' door, it was violently yanked open. A fair, delicate arm reached out, grabbing him by the wrist without giving him a chance to speak. An irresistible force pulled him forcefully inside.
Bang! The door slammed shut tightly behind him.
The magic stone lamps in the room weren't lit. Only the cold moonlight spilled in through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, coating everything in a hazy silver glow.
"Focalors? What do you want with me so late?" Aiden asked in confusion, looking at the goddess before him, who was vastly different from the usually energetic and lively Furina.
The woman before him had white hair as pure as moonlight cascading freely down her back. Her sacred, gradient blue-and-white dress looked even more ethereal and divine under the moon's glow. Those heterochromatic eyes, which should have contained the entire ocean, now seemed like two burning vortexes, locking onto him fiercely.
"Don't speak yet." Her voice was cold, yet carried a hint of command.
"Kiss me."
Before the words even faded, Focalors stood on her tiptoes, tilting up her flawlessly exquisite face and closing her eyes. Her long, teardrop-like eyelashes trembled faintly in the moonlight, as if awaiting a long-overdue judgment.
In this moment, she was no longer the aloof God of Justice. She was like a devoted believer who had gambled everything, waiting for the final verdict. That divine loneliness she usually buried deep within her was now unreservedly transformed into the most direct, fatal temptation.
Aiden was completely thrown off. He had no idea what was happening, or why the normally composed Focalors was suddenly launching such a direct assault.
But... no matter what had happened, since his goddess was actively inviting him, he had absolutely no reason to refuse.
He leaned down, gently capturing that slightly cool, sweet-scented softness.
What met his hands was a familiar slenderness. While she might not match Robin's perfect elegance, nor Astrea's breathtaking justice, being smaller had its own perks—at least he could encompass it all with one hand.
When the kiss ended, an ambiguous atmosphere lingered in the air.
Looking at the slightly panting Focalors, whose cheeks were tinted crimson, Aiden asked softly, "Now, can you tell me what happened?"
Focalors didn't answer immediately. Instead, she reached out and pushed him hard onto the soft carpet behind him. She straddled his waist smoothly, pressing her hands against his chest. In her beautiful heterochromatic eyes, a trace of dissatisfaction and grievance finally surfaced.
"Robin is one thing... but other goddesses? Unacceptable!"
"I was the first one you summoned. I am your sole goddess. I... I was here first. I should have been the first."
Hearing this, Aiden instantly understood.
Clearly, she had witnessed what happened with Astrea on the balcony earlier. Since Robin was also a summoned being and a member of the Familia, Focalors could tolerate her, perhaps even welcome the development.
But the strong intervention of a native goddess like Astrea had thoroughly provoked this God of Justice. She could no longer watch from the sidelines; she had to step in personally to defend her sovereignty.
Otherwise, given the silly Furina's naive personality and intellect, she would likely struggle just to earn a seat at the dinner table.
"Your first time was supposed to belong to me." Focalors stared at him, enunciating every word. "I was too indecisive before. But now, if Astrea thinks she can cut in line, I won't allow it."
Before she could finish, Aiden flipped them over, pinning her beneath him.
"I understand, Focalors." Aiden looked down, gazing into the goddess's eyes that had slightly widened in surprise. His voice was softer, yet more resolute, than ever before.
"You will always be the goddess I love the most. No one can ever change that. Not even Astrea."
Words felt superfluous in that moment.
The temperature in the room began to climb uncontrollably. The ornate, sacred dress receded like the tide under the bright moonlight, revealing the hidden divine domain beneath that had never been seen by outsiders. The final barrier melted quietly like the first snow of winter under a burning palm, turning into shattered stardust scattered across the floor.
It was a clash between fire and tide.
It was the Flamescion that burned all, facing off against the purest water that symbolized the source of all things.
A scalding meteor was plunged into the moonlit ocean, kicking up monstrous waves and steaming vapor. Suppressed pants and broken syllables wove together to form the most primal, beautiful melody in the dead of night.
Just as this storm was reaching its absolute zenith, Aiden suddenly felt the woman beneath him tremble violently.
Those eyes, once filled with divinity, were instantly replaced by panic and profound shyness.
It was Furina.
That blasted Focalors had actually handed control of the body back right at this moment.
"Wu... y-you jerk! How could you, at a time like this..."
Furina's mind went completely blank. She instinctively tried to push the man off her, only to find her entire body weak and sore, devoid of any strength.
All she could do was scream bloody murder in her head at her irresponsible divine main body.
For Aiden, this sudden shift in her persona didn't give him pause; instead, it sparked an unprecedented, intense wave of thrill.
He leaned down, pressing gentle, dense kisses onto that panicked, flustered face.
"It's far too late to run now, Furina."
His offensive grew fiercer.
Furina's weak resistance quickly devolved into passive endurance. Her struggles were like pebbles tossed into the sea, stirring up a few weak ripples before being swallowed by the ever-surging tide.
Gradually, those panicked heterochromatic eyes began to glaze over...
Meanwhile, in another bedroom within the Palais Mermonia.
Robin sat on the edge of her bed, holding a sheet of sheet music, though she hadn't turned a page in a long time. She glanced at the clock on the wall and furrowed her elegant brows.
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