Chapter 9: Punishing Althea {Points Skyrocketing 2}
"Asshole!"
Althea’s voice rang through the apartment, sharp and trembling—a strange cocktail of fury, shame, and something she didn’t want to admit. Her silver teeth clenched, her crimson eyes burning with both humiliation and disbelief.
I froze, watching her carefully.
Her icy mask was cracking.
Gone was the proud, aloof goddess who looked down on all mortal things with disdain. In her place was someone disoriented, vulnerable—perhaps even afraid of how little control she truly had
Her body trembled, still held by the system’s bindings, unable to move as she shielded her face with her arm, trying to hide from me, from herself. She was trembling, not out of fear, but from the ache between her Legs.
And i was looking at her naked glorious flawless body while between her Legs was already open.
For a long, stretched-out moment, neither of us said anything. The room was silent but tense, the atmosphere thick with the remnants of power and wounded pride.
Althea had never been this exposed. Not physically—though the restrictions left her in a vulnerable state—but emotionally. The goddess untouched by mortal hands, unbothered by their joys or sorrows, now found herself undone by the things happening for the past Days.
She gritted her teeth again, but this time, it wasn’t out of fury—it was restraint. The ache within her was visible now, not something she could deny or suppress any longer. Her pride screamed for her to resist, to spit venom, to maintain her cold superiority.
But her lips quivered.