I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

The training session stretched on until the sun climbed high overhead, its warm rays spilling over us as we honed our skills. By the time the clock struck noon, our muscles were taut with exertion, our minds sharp from the mental challenges we’d faced.

As the last exercises wrapped up, the tantalizing aroma of a hearty meal drifted through the air, promising sustenance to replenish our energy stores.

The fare laid out before us was nothing short of impressive – robust meats sourced from the mightiest creatures this world had to offer, carefully selected to imbue us with even greater strength and vitality. Each dish held the promise of fortification, a testament to the rigorous training we endured day in and day out.

Amidst the bustling activity of the mess hall, I found myself once again relegated to solitude, my solitary figure propped against a weathered pillar overlooking the tranquil garden. The chatter and laughter of my peers filled the air, their camaraderie a stark contrast to my solitary state.

“Nathan, dining alone again?” The gentle voice broke through my reverie, drawing my attention to the approaching figure.

It was none other than Amelia Carter, our teacher, her presence a calming presence amidst the chaos of our new routine.

“Yes, Ms. Carter,” I replied. “Seems I haven’t found my place among the others.”

Amelia offered a sympathetic smile, her eyes betraying a hint of concern. “You don’t seem too distraught by it, Nathan.”

I shrugged, a wistful smile playing at the corners of my lips. “Perhaps it’s better to be alone than to keep company with those of ill intent, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Indeed, but I’m certain not all your classmates are as sinister as you imagine,” Amelia remarked, her voice laced with gentle amusement.

“Perhaps,” I conceded, my gaze drifting to the bowl of food and fork in her hands.

“May I join you?” Amelia asked.

“Of course.” I moved a bit on my left, letting her sit.

“Ah! What a good weather,” Amelia said with a smile.

As I looked at her figure from the side, I couldn’t help but admire her beauty and forms.

Although her training top and pants were merely highlighting her shapes, she was wearing them. Without lying, her breasts were at least a C-Cup, fairly good. She had also just finished training, so her shirt was little damp at the breasts. In some ways, I could even see her nipples. Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, revealing her pale neck, which was glistening with sweat.

A deep desire to conquer started sprouting inside me.

“Do you ever feel lonely, Ms. Carter?” I ventured, breaking the silence that hung between us like a delicate veil.

“Lonely?” Her brow furrowed in confusion, the question seemingly catching her off guard.

“I mean, do you miss your parents, or… a boyfriend?” I stumbled over the words.

“Oh, my parents perhaps, but as for a boyfriend, I’m afraid that’s not in the cards for me,” she replied with a gentle chuckle.

Well, that’s good but either way I wouldn’t have cared.

She will become mine.

“And what about you, Nathan?” Her gaze turned inquisitive, curiosity sparking in her eyes.

“Not particularly, at least Sienna and Siara are here,” I replied with a shrug, mentioning my step sisters.

“Ah, yes, Sienna and Siara,” Amelia nodded in acknowledgment, though her expression held a hint of concern as her eyes lingered on me.

“It’s just… your hair, Nathan,” she began, reaching out to touch the strands that cascaded around my shoulders. “Are you sure you are alright?”

“Yes, don’t worry teacher.” I reassured her, though inwardly I braced myself for what I knew would come next.

With a sudden gasp, Amelia withdrew her hand, a startled cry escaping her lips. I moved instinctively to grasp her hand in mine, concern etched across my features.

“Are you alright?” I asked, putting on a worried face.

My body, blessed – or cursed – with an inexplicable luck, had become a veritable beacon of fortune. While to the casual observer I might appear as nothing more than an ordinary teenager, up close, the effects of my unique condition were impossible to ignore. And for those unfortunate enough to come into direct contact with me, the consequences could be… unpredictable, to say the least.

Just as Courtney had experienced before her, it seemed that Amelia was now grappling with the strange sensations that accompanied physical contact with me.

I intertwined my fingers in her soft hand while maintaining contact with her.

Amelia’s mouth opened to say something before she quickly separated herself.

“N..Nothing. I am fine.” She recovered quickly and resumed eating.

I smirked.

She didn’t even notice our hands intertwined with each other.

My luck had become something darker and more powerful.

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High above the mortal realm, shrouded in wisps of celestial mist and veiled by the very essence of divinity, a magnificent mountain soared toward the heavens, its majestic peak piercing the very fabric of the sky. At its summit lay an awe-inspiring palace.

Within the hallowed halls of Olympus, where the twelve Olympian deities convened for gatherings both festive and solemn, the colossal doors leading to the throne room groaned open with a reverberating creak, heralding the arrival of a figure of ethereal beauty.

With locks as white as freshly fallen snow cascading down her back and eyes as icy blue as the depths of a winter’s chill, Khione stepped gracefully into the chamber, her presence commanding attention and awe.

“It seems you’ve finally graced us with your presence, Khione,” murmured a figure seated upon the magnificent throne, his countenance radiating a power that crackled with the electric energy of storms.

He was Zeus, King of the Olympian gods, his visage a reflection of divine authority and majesty.

“What delayed your arrival, Khione?” echoed a voice tinged with impatience, its source a woman of unparalleled beauty who sat regally beside Zeus upon the throne.

Hera, Queen of the Olympian gods, exuded an aura of sublime grace, her long tresses cascading like liquid gold and her eyes shimmering with an otherworldly brilliance.

“I was attending to matters concerning the Heroes,” Khione replied tersely, her gaze meeting Hera’s with a cool resolve.

“That does not explain your tardiness,” Hera retorted, her tone laced with a hint of annoyance as she fixed Khione with a piercing stare.

“Calm yourself, my dear,” Zeus said, his voice a soothing balm amidst the rising tension. “Tell us, Khione, how fare the Heroes?”

“Remarkably well, as befits beings from realms beyond our own,” Khione replied.

“But…” Zeus’s voice crackled with latent power, his divine energy pulsing with an intensity that spoke of hidden concerns. “Do they pose a threat to us?”

It was a question that weighed heavily upon the minds of the divine assembly, for while they welcomed the summoning of Heroes capable of wielding great power, none were to surpass the might of the gods themselves. Should any mortal prove capable of such a feat, their very existence would pose a dire threat to the balance of divine authority – a threat that could not be tolerated.

At that moment, a clear face flashed in Khione’s mind.

The answer was obviously yes.

There was currently a Hero with a Divine Rank Skill and clearly extremely dangerous for them, the Gods.

But she couldn’t tell.

The first thing they would do would be killing Nathan and by doing that she will die.

“No.” She answered.

Hera’s golden eyes gleamed as she looked at Khione, and there was a tense stillness.

“Well done.” Zeus grinned. “Don’t they think they should be able to kill the Demon King?” He enquired.

“Yeah, I do believe so,” Khione answered.

Water suddenly burst forth close to Khione, and a second God materialized in heavenly majesty. He had eyes and hair the color of the sea.

He smiled, swung down his trident. “My lovely Khione. I had been anticipating your arrival.

“Poseidon.” Coldly, Khione whispered.

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