“Wait, I’m Supposed to Become a Goddess?! But I’m a Guy!”

NSFW ALERT, feel free to skip this chapter if you are uncomfortable.

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Liam’s lips curled into a slow, lopsided grin, his eyes narrowing with a gleam. 

He tilted his head slightly, raising his hand to eye level. 

There was something languid in the way he moved, deliberately slowed, as if he wanted Mize to see everything.

Witness this scene... 

A slick sheen glimmered across his fingers, a thin trail winding all the way down to his wrist. 

The light caught it just right, making it gleam like dew at dawn. 

A forbidden dew at that... 

“Did I make you feel good, Mimi?” he asked, voice soft, almost teasing, like he already knew the answer.

But he needed to hear it first hand from Mize's mouth. A barber knew his craft, but a compliment from his customers would make his day brighter. 

His gaze dropped to his hand again. 

For a moment, he simply looked at it, fingers half-curled, the way someone might admire a rare treasure. 

Scanning all over it, the way how the "goddess dew" flowed like honey nectar on his hand. 

And whatever his intention was, Mize's breath became heavier as she caught the sight of his gaze. 

Then, slowly, Liam brought them closer to his face. 

He sniffed lightly, pausing with a faint hum.

“Smells sweet,” he muttered, half to himself.

Then came the word that made Mize’s toes curl, her eyes turning into the shape of love. 

“Delightful.”

Liam’s tongue darted out, slowly licking along the curve of his index finger.

His lips parted wider as he took in more, licking between the fingers, over the knuckles, letting his tongue sweep along the delicate skin.

He wasn’t just cleaning himself off, he was savoring it. 

Every trace. 

Every drop. 

His thumb slid between his lips last, drawing it in with a soft pop.

Meanwhile, Mize could barely breathe. His body hadn’t caught up yet, his eyes dazed, fuzzy. 

The heat that had surged through him still lingered like a haze, like his nerves had been turned inside out and were only just starting to come down. 

His face was flushed a deep, helpless red, mouth parted, eyes glassy.

But despite the aftermath still coiling through his limbs, watching Liam greedily taste him only fueled his lust further. 

Perhaps the system was right... 

'I truly am a perverted goddess'

Or...

Something worse.

Or better.

'A degraded goddess'

The strange heat inside him stirred again, this time thicker, like his body wasn’t satisfied, like it had been teased awake and didn’t want to rest just yet.

He bit his lip, gaze locked on Liam’s mouth as it trailed across his own fingers. 

This sight, the casual intimacy, the wild hunger hidden beneath gentleness,  unmoored something inside him.

And so, slowly, Mize moved as Liam continued licking the liquid, ending it soon as he noticed Mize's movement. 

Without a word, he slid off Liam’s lap and backed toward the center of the bed, never breaking eye contact. 

His movements were cautious, unsure, hesitant. 

He doesn't know what he was doing, it was pure instinct of wanting to do more, and his body moved.

His legs folded beneath him for a moment, then he turned and laid himself down, reclining into the pillows. 

The heat was unbearable, the dampness in the air, and even the obvious smells of salt in the space.

His chest heaved up and down under his ragged breath, his face unbecoming of a proper wife, a whore in heat.

His breath stuttered slightly. 

Then, under Liam's eyes, his knees parted, inch by inch, until his legs were spread wide in silent invitation.

'come... Please'

The shift of fabric was slow and graceful, revealing smooth, pale skin in soft gradients as his clothes slipped along his thighs. 

Mize grabbed the edge, pulling them above his waist, and soon... 

The area was revealed. 

The contrast of fabric and flesh was subtle but stunning. 

And then, in one soft breath, the cloth parted just enough to expose what had been hidden.

A blush-pink clam. 

Damp and glowing with heat.

Strand of liquid intertwined in each curves of the flesh.

Under the light, the liquid seemed transparent, pulsing, as if it possessed a beating heart, inviting. 

A forbidden clam, so beautiful that it was impossible for a person to even imagine this to exist. 

Liam froze for a second.

The quiet look on his face shattered into something... primal.

His throat bobbed with a hard swallow, the hunger that flashed in his eyes no longer hidden.

It was beautiful, impossibly so. 

Like something carved from tender light and hidden away in myth. 

Liam leaned forward slowly, his eyes locked onto it. 

Then Mize whispered, just audible beneath the heavy silence, “I… want you to use your mouth.”

"I- I am sorry... f-for being a naughty girl"

That was all Liam needed.

He moved without rushing, crawling over the sheets, his frame shadowing over Mize’s and settled between Mize's legs. 

His hands found Mize’s thighs again, warm and scalding at the touch, holding them open but not forcing.

 Just a firm press, reminding him he was here, grounded under his presence. 

Liam leaned in. 

He didn’t start right away. 

First, his lips brushed the soft skin of Mize’s inner thigh, feather-light, just a whisper.

Then another, closer. 

Leaving wet marks all over, each time sending a jolt cruising Mize's body like a bolt of lightning. 

Then... Liam repositioned his face directly before the clam, his eyes monetarily observing this heavenly opening. 

With one smooth movement, Liam first placed a gentle kiss directly over the sensitive skin, just shy of the center, his breath warm against flushed flesh. 

Mize shuddered, his mind went blank, and his hands instinctively reached out to the side, firmly grasping the sheet. 

Then Liam finally dipped lower, his tongue brushing against the heat. 

It was soft at first, barely a flick, but the way Mize jolted, hands clenching the sheets, made him smile against the skin.

"it tastes wonderful... "

Mhmmmm

Liam earned a soft moan. 

He licked again, slower this time, letting his tongue trace a path up and down, tasting carefully. 

Then he pressed in deeper, his mouth sealing gently around the sensitive folds, tongue teasing and flicking, savoring every reaction.

Mize let out a sharp breath, his back arching slightly. 

His hands flew up and tangled in Liam’s hair, pulling gently, instinctively. 

His thighs trembled around Liam’s shoulders, but he didn’t push him away, he only pulled him closer.

'Holy shit, a woman's body is too crazy! Or is it just me that is this sensitive?'

Liam adjusted his rhythm, slow, tender licks followed by sudden, firmer strokes, changing pace like he was dancing to Mize’s breath.

 Each flick of his tongue seemed to pull another sound from Mize, little gasps and broken moans that filled the room.

And Mize, gods, Mize couldn’t take it. 

His eyes fluttered shut, mouth open as he panted. 

Every nerve felt stretched taut, every breath dragging him closer to something he could barely comprehend.

His hips started to move on their own, small rolls and twitches against Liam’s mouth, desperate and shy all at once. 

The tension built again, hotter, faster. 

His chest rose and fell with growing urgency, his fingers tightening in Liam’s hair.

“I" His voice broke. “I… I’m!"

And then it hit, the dam bursting which surprised Liam on how quick it took this time for Mize to orgasm. 

His whole body tensed, every muscle drawing tight as a cry tore from his throat, soft and strained, barely human. 

His legs jerked, hips bucking slightly before falling back, spent and trembling. 

His body collapsed against the sheets, boneless and flushed, his chest heaving in deep, shuddering breaths.

Liam didn’t stop right away.

He stayed there, still licking, still drawing every drop with slow, greedy strokes. Like a man lost in sweetness. 

His mouth moved continuously, not just hunger, easing Mize through the aftermath with gentle care. 

His face was practically drenched under the sudden burst just now. 

Though he liked it, savouring the liquid little by little as he continued his little nibbling. 

His hands smoothed along Mize’s thighs, anchoring him, while his tongue lazily circled around now-sensitive skin, drawing small twitches and soft whimpers.

Eventually, he lifted his head.

His lips glistened faintly, eyes hooded but bright. 

He exhaled slowly, then licked the corner of his mouth, as if to savor the taste one last time.

Mize could only stare up at him, dazed, blinking slowly, his voice caught somewhere between breath and silence.

“You taste like warmth,” Liam whispered, brushing his thumb against Mize’s flushed cheek. “And a little bit of heaven.”

"Despite being quite short this time, I am glad I am capable enough, forcing you to climax in such a short period of time" Liam smiled, his fingers were still playing around the outer circle of Mize's clam playfully. 

Mize didn’t respond. 

He didn’t have to.

The look in his eyes said everything.

Then the mood gently shifted. 

The weight of time settled again, pressing the pause button on their passion as the silence between them stretched into a quiet, grounding moment.

They rested a little longer, letting their breathing slow, letting their minds return piece by piece from wherever they had drifted.

Today… they still had something to do.

Liam was the first to move. 

He sat up with a soft grunt and padded across the room. 

He patted his cheeks lightly, waking himself up, then smoothed the creases from his loose clothes.

He stood upright, spine straightening with a low breath, then exhaled gently. 

His voice carried in the quiet, soft and rich, as he threw a casual glance over his shoulder toward the figure still sprawled on the bed.

“She completely lost it,” he muttered, and chuckled to himself.

It was a view worth admiring.

Mize lay there like a painted scene, limbs draped over the bed haphazardly, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. 

Her tongue peeked from the side of parted lips, and his flushed face still wore the dazed look of someone hovering on the edge of bliss. 

Her eyes had rolled back earlier, and even now they struggled to focus.

It had been a while already… and yet, she still hadn’t fully come back.

Liam's smile softened. He shook his head slightly, amusement flickering behind his gaze. 

Then he moved closer, knees brushing across the sheets as he leaned over the edge of the bed. 

One hand came up to gently pat Mize’s cheek, coaxing him back to reality.

The other hand moved with subtle intent, reaching down to cover his lover’s lower half, lifting the fabric and adjusting it with a tenderness that seemed second nature, shielding what had been revealed. 

“Mimi…” Liam murmured, voice warm and coaxing.

Pat. Pat.

He nudged again, light taps against flushed skin. A few soft pokes, even a couple of lazy slaps, nothing rough, just enough to jostle the fog away.

“Wake up,” he said again, low and playful.

“Urghhh…” came the groggy groan. Mize blinked slowly, tongue retreating, lips wet.

Her eyes were dazed, unfocused, and her head swayed slightly like the room had begun to tilt.

But then, with a fluid motion of her fingers, everything snapped back into place.

A flicker of light shimmered around her body

In an instant, her complexion cleared, color returning evenly to his skin, and her loose clothes adjusted themselves, mending wrinkles and folds.

She floated upward, light as breath, and Liam instinctively stepped back to give space.

Their eyes met.

Locked.

A quiet stillness stretched between them, no need for words, just the slow reknitting of what had happened.

Mize’s cheeks colored instantly. 

The aftertaste of everything that had happened replayed at the back of her mind, looping again and again like a broken recording that refused to stop.

A soft hum left her lips as he drifted down gracefully. 

The ends of his long hair kissed the floor as she descended. 

Her robe loosened just slightly, the fabric slipping at the collarbone, not enough to expose, but enough to whisper vulnerability.

“I…”

Voice caught in her throat. 

Words felt too small, too clumsy. 

She shifted, dragging slender fingers inwards across her chest, eyes flicking away, unable to meet Liam’s gaze. 

Her face burned red.

“I can… be myself from now on?”

A sigh answered, not out of impatience, but something warmer. 

Fond, amused.

Liam’s smile reappeared as he slipped off the bed, his movements smooth. 

Mize followed, slightly behind him, like his steps still hadn’t fully caught up to reality.

And then, Liam reached out, lifting a hand and gently flicking the tip of Mize’s nose.

“You can,” he said softly, his grin widening.

 “But be careful. I might indulge a bit too much.”

His voice was teasing, but there was a subtle promise under it, the kind that lingered in the air like heat.

Mize didn’t seem to mind.

If anything, his eyes seemed to glow a bit at the idea.

Almost instinctively, his gaze flicked to the side, fingers lifting slightly as he summoned the point counter into view.

A blink.

Then.

A small, startled gasp.

‘This is…?’