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

'throughout all of my life' Mize curled her lips, teeth sinking into the lower one as thoughts raced like a runaway cart down a mountain path. 

She kept her gaze pointed anywhere but forward, especially not at Liam's face. 

That would be too much for her to handle. 

'I never thought… not even once… that I’d end up pinned beneath a man, being teased like this, again and again'

And worse, she didn’t exactly hate it.

That realization lingered like a dangerous spark at the edge of a dry field. 

Every time Liam leaned in with that look in her eyes, every time he touched, teased, or even lusted openly, Mize felt something ignited inside her.

Something fiery, burning, almost negligible but overtime, she couldn't help but noticed it.

A wild, chaotic thrill she didn’t quite know how to control.

It was uncontrollable if left unchecked. 

'Maybe… the panel was right' she thought, body shifting subtly, thighs rubbing together as if they were hiding something shameful between them. 

Damped, murky, and most obviously quite heated up down there. 

'Having a woman's body is ridiculous... ' Mize curled her lips, 'I am so easily turned on now that I am going insane!'

Her pupils swirled faintly, almost glazed, hearts blooming within those pinkish-purple irises. 

'ah… I really have become a degraded goddess, haven’t I?

Her lips pressed together in a thin line, embarrassed by the heat building inside. 

But her body couldn’t lie.

Her subtle shift didn’t escape Liam’s notice.

 The man’s brows twitched upward, a momentary pause in his lean as his head lifted slightly, only to descend again, ever so slowly, gaze hooded with amusement.

He moved in close, too close, until his bare chest met cloth. 

Skin to silk. 

Warmth to warmth.

And then, he pressed, his weapon of mass destruction, the Thor hammer pressed exactly against Mize's stomach. 

Bulging. 

Mize flinched, sharply, shoulders jerking with a startled breath, but didn’t retreat.

Instead, her neck craned upward on instinct, and for the first time, she met Liam’s gaze head-on.

Her eyes, they were heart shaped. Pink, almost comical and yet lewd. 

Liam chuckled low, the sound throaty and thick, and with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, he nudged his thigh forward… then pushed the full weight of his shaft between Mize’s thighs.

Squish... 

From the noise alone, he knew that the area he pushed through had been waiting for his hammer presence for quite sometimes already. 

'wet'

But it wasn't inside the hole, instead... Liam placed it right between Mize's thighs. 

The damp fabric of Mize’s robes clung to her, the heat making it soft, pliant. 

The moment Liam pressed in, the cloth bunched and shifted, dragged back slightly by the pressure and length of him. 

The warmth enveloped him, flesh against damp fabric, heat against heat.

Mize gasped.

Her legs squeezed together instinctively, squirming in place from the sudden pressure. 

Every twitch of her thighs sent small shocks through her body. 

The contact was bold, almost obscene, and yet, she didn’t move away.

"W-we just did something naughty just now, w-why are we still doing it?" Mize squirmed, her voice came out weak, and yet, her eyes betrayed her words. 

To this, Liam chuckled, head leaning forward for a kiss on Mize's cheeks, and he retracted back, "And yet you are not resisting much... "

"I-I am sorry " Mize squirmed again, waist twisting under Liam's control, "I am sorry for not refusing you, I am a naughty wife" She nibbed her lower lips. 

"And I am a bad person too" Liam went in for another kiss, this time he went for the mouth, parting away with strand of salivas connected between them. 

And Liam could feel it. 

All of it.

A breathy groan escaped his lips, eyes fluttering half-shut as pleasure prickled along his spine. 

One eye shut completely as he ground in gently, angling slightly, testing the slickness that clung through the robe.

“You’re this wet already?” he murmured, voice thick with astonishment and something darker.

Mize’s breath caught, ragged and shallow.

Her thighs tensed tighter, the space between her legs growing hotter by the second. 

Each twitch, every reluctant squirm, sent a maddening ripple of sensation through Liam’s hammer, trapped but stimulated between soft, trembling limbs.

Wet. Warm. 

And unashamedly reactive.

He sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. His hands slid down to grip her waist, holding her steady.

“You…” he muttered, voice guttural, eyes dragging down her flushed, trembling figure, “…are irresistible.”

He said it like a sentence passed down by the heavens. 

Like a fact he could no longer deny.

Had he ever tried to deny?

And Mize, still flushed, thighs trembling, couldn’t deny it either.

“W-wait, let’s not go any further,” Mize breathed out suddenly, voice ragged, the flush across her face burning brighter than before.

It was like snapping out of a spell, clarity hit her hard, slicing through the haze that had been slowly consuming his mind. 

Her body ached in a way that made no logical sense, the warmth overwhelming, her system abilities strangely muted in the moment. 

It had taken every scrap of willpower to find this breath of lucidity.

Liam paused, but only for a second.

His golden eyes didn’t shift, didn’t blink. It was as if his ears had heard, but his heart had no intention of obeying. 

His hands, still encircling Mize’s wrists, pressed forward with greater insistence. It wasn’t rough, just a quiet demand more than a shout.

“Ah!” Mize gasped, the sound halfway between protest and shame, a noise too human to be dignified.

Her body jolted in response, like a spring being tugged too far. 

The sudden pressure against her frame, the way Liam’s chest melted against her, it wasn’t something he could ignore. 

Her breath hitched, spine arching unconsciously. 

Everything about Liam in that moment radiated hunger, and Mize could feel it, from the heat on her skin to the tremble in her own legs.

The fabric between them was barely there, clinging and wet, acting more like suggestion than shield.

“I said” Mize tried again, his voice a weak whisper, hands trying to push back, even as his legs betrayed him and refused to lock. “Let’s… stop.”

But Liam’s body pressed forward again, this time slower. 

Highly intentional.

And Mize… hesitated.

Every time she thought she could pull out of the fire, Liam would drag her back into it with a touch, a glance, a breath against her ear that made her mind blur.

“I can’t… think like this,” Mize mumbled, biting her lower lip. 

Her fingers trembled against Liam’s wrist, not pushing anymore, just holding. 

As if that was all she could manage.

But really, she was secretly inviting. 

This morning alone had been the most sensual moment she ever had with Liam. 

Liam leaned in, his breath brushing against Mize’s neck, hot and heavy, like the whisper of a storm about to break. 

His lips didn’t move, but the weight of his body pressing against Mize said everything. 

Then, without warning, Liam shifted again.

His hips moved, slow and grinding, a rhythm that wasn’t violent, but teasing and also repetitive. 

 The friction sparked something low in Mize’s stomach.

Her breath hitched again, harsher this time, as her thighs instinctively clenched closer.

“No,” Mize said, but it came out softer than intended, less a command, more a plea. Her legs trembled, and her body arched again, caught between refusal and want.

Liam’s rhythm never changed. He didn’t rush.

 He simply… continued, as if showing Mize what her body already knew but her mind refused to admit.

And eventually, Mize broke.

Her hands that once trembled in resistance now found their way around Liam’s back. 

Her fingers dug in, not harsh, but searching.

 As if needing something to anchor her while the world tilted out of balance. 

She cursed silently under her breath, both at Liam and at herself, because no matter how much he tried to pretend otherwise…

It felt too good.

The pressure. 

The warmth. 

The terrible, wonderful ache that kept growing with every second Liam remained pressed against her.

“I hate this,” Mize whispered, voice quivering.

Liam leaned back enough to see his face, and his lips curled into a knowing smirk.

“No, you don’t.”

His hand brushed up along Mize’s waist, slow and patient, like someone handling something precious, and fragile. 

His golden eyes never looked away, watching every flinch, every breath, every gasp. 

Mize’s cheeks burned so fiercely it felt like fever. She couldn’t look away. 

Her thighs pressed together tighter, the tension murky, and her voice hitched in her throat when Liam rocked his hips again, just slightly.

That was all it took.

A sound escaped Mize’s lips, soft, desperate, utterly unintentional. 

Her toes curled. Her body shivered.

Liam didn’t speak this time. He just let the rhythm take over. 

The heat between them built into electric. A wild pulse that grew, and grew, until neither of them could hide what they felt. 

At one point, Mize screamed, her thighs clenched, and her eyes panicked. 

'I-I am about to!?' 

And she did... 

Her body arched beautifully to the front, tounge almost escaping her lips, and whatever liquid she bursted out in between her thighs, she doesn't care anymore about the consequences. 

The sense of loss and shame that she orgasmed too quickly faded instantly, replaced by pure ecstasy. 

And in that quiet aftermath, Mize could only lean forward, forehead resting against Liam’s collarbone, barely able to process what had just happened.

After all, his liquid also was bursted out down there. 

“Y-you’re such a bastard,” Mize muttered, voice still shaking, barely audible.

Liam laughed softly, brushing a hand through Mize’s messy hair.

“Maybe. But you didn’t let go either.”

"And to the fact that I brought you to climax in such a short time several times today... I am quite proud, now" He chuckled.