Greece: I am Zeus!

Chapter 140 The Tenderness of the Ocean Daughter

Sweet words flowed from His mouth, which was saturated with the nectar of wisdom, like the sweet wine that intoxicated the goddess of wisdom, making her unwilling to wake up: "My love, how could I not know your love for me?"

"No matter what you say, how could I bear to let you leave me? I wish we could become one, together forever, never to be separated."

The purple-haired goddess sobbed, her soft voice filled with love: "Zeus~~~"

She embraced Zeus, her voluptuous body generously burying him in her arms, her muffled moans filled with urgency as she said, "My love, please, possess me! Since I have had you, I can no longer bear the feeling of being a god."

Zeus, who had previously acted with impunity, now struggled to break free from the emotional goddess of wisdom.

He kissed the goddess of wisdom's pretty face, his lips falling repeatedly on her beautiful eyes, her soft, cloud-like eyebrows, her delicate nose, and her most luscious cherry lips.

With great effort, He suppressed His instincts as the Father God and whispered in the limp, rosy ear of the goddess of wisdom, “My love, how I long to have you now, how I long for us to be completely one, how I long to conceive the most wonderful child with you.”

"Our child will surely possess my strength and your wisdom; He/She will be the most outstanding and adorable child in the world."

"However, it will take a little more time; I need to take care of something."

As Zeus described the goddess of wisdom, her mind soared into the future. Her heart softened as much as her body had become, and she had even thought of names for her children.

She dreamed of nurturing a perfect child with both thunder and wisdom in a cradle woven with love.

But upon hearing Zeus's last words, she instantly snapped back to reality, a glimmer of clarity returning to her dazed eyes, and the light of wisdom rekindled.

She asked, puzzled, "Is there anything else that needs to be done?"

Zeus's eyes darted around, a hint of guilt in his gaze. He breathed hot air into Metis's ear, the warm breath brushing against her earlobe, his voice low and deep: "What we've done will be known to Mnemosyne."

Metis understood instantly.

She was confused about everything when it came to Zeus, but when it came to other goddesses, she had a keen judgment that was in no way inferior to that of the future queen of the heavens!

Her previously confused mind instantly regained its rationality and clarity. She frowned her beautiful brows, and the corners of her lips curved into a smile that was both beautiful and thorny, like a rose blooming in the wind: "Why should Your Majesty the God King be afraid of this?"

"How dare the Goddess of Civilization's Memory spy on His Majesty the God-King?"

"Moreover, how could a dignified and elegant goddess of civilization possibly spy on the private affairs of her lovers?"

Zeus blinked to hide his guilt and changed the subject: "Well, maybe not, but, well, we still have to be careful."

“Darling, it’s not good for our private affairs to be seen by others. Once I resolve this issue, even if you want to run away, I will never let you escape.”

The amorous god spoke while affectionately kissing his beloved goddess, but this time the goddess of wisdom was not so cooperative.

She half-heartedly tried to stop him, her fair and slender hands gently resting on Zeus's chest, seemingly forbidding it, but actually coyly allowing Zeus to kiss her fair neck.

Zeus never cared about curses, and besides, this time Cronus didn't even have the chance to utter a curse.

He still cares about his reputation (at present). If He were to get close to other goddesses, it would be like giving Mnemosyne a live broadcast, and a completely uncensored, high-definition version at that.

Putting aside how awkward it would be, who knows what kind of trouble the goddess of civilization's memory would cause if she were provoked by jealousy.

The goddesses here are not just background figures, nor are they all stereotypical characters made from the same mold. None of them are easy to deal with; they each have their own thoughts and tempers, and they'll cause trouble at the drop of a hat.

They can tolerate many things if they don't see them, but if they are put in front of them, they will definitely explode.

What can you do when your beloved goddess throws a tantrum because she's jealous? They're both your flesh and blood, both your wings!
And there is another crucial reason why now is not a good time to acquire wisdom.

We need to wait a little longer.

Zeus, as the king of the gods, possesses supreme authority and is the great father of the sky. Now, only the final step of his plan is needed to succeed.

If He succeeds in the final step of his plan, He can achieve the goal of having intercourse with any goddess and thus gain control over her.

At that time, the first thing to do is to get rid of Mnemosyne!

I, Zeus, am not allowed to have my every move known by the goddess!
It really affects the reproduction of the world!
The wise Metis did not believe Zeus's words. A playful glint flashed in her shrewd eyes as she said with a half-smile, "My love, my King of the Gods, do you know that the goddess of civilization's memory looks at you the same way the lady of night does?"

"Huh? Really?" Zeus looked bewildered, innocent and naive, a true master of acting.

Metis chuckled, her gentle voice tinged with a hint of reproach: "My love, it seems you also know that the Lady of the Night looks at you with unusual eyes."

"What? Oh~ my love, what are you talking about?" Zeus was still feigning ignorance. Metis, quite exasperated, rolled her alluring eyes, her gaze softening with a hint of spring water, and scolded playfully, "My dear! You're being so fake!"

Zeus seemed to be deep in thought, remaining silent.

Metis gave Zeus another alluring, disdainful look, leaving him momentarily bewildered.

But then the words of His beloved goddess made Him panic.

The goddess of wisdom gently stroked Zeus's cheek with her slender, white fingers, and said sweetly, "Alright! Then I'll go and tell them that you have no feelings for them!"

"I'll go and demand that Ms. Monica Moschine never pay attention to you again!"

The goddess of wisdom was about to get up when Zeus shamelessly pressed her down. Zeus brazenly said, "My dear, doing this will hurt your relationship. It's completely unnecessary. I can't bear to see your once close relationship deteriorate."

The gentle goddess of wisdom smiled sweetly, her soft hand gently stroking Zeus's cheek. Her gentle, watery eyes were full of cunning. She said softly, "It's alright, my love. I've never really known them. I think this warning is necessary."

"Forehead"

Zeus was speechless.

Seeing Zeus's troubled expression, Metis felt a silent ripple of love and sorrow welling up in her heart, but she couldn't bear to see her beloved embarrassed, so she took the initiative to press her lips to Zeus's.

It was a kiss as light as a feather, yet containing a depth of affection as profound as an abyss; the tenderness and sigh of the daughter of the ocean were condensed in it.

The lips were slightly cool, yet carried the secret fragrance of the deep ocean.

As their lips parted, she gazed tenderly at Him, her wise golden eyes filled with deep affection. In a voice that seemed capable of melting ancient glaciers, she said, "My love, a god-king as radiant as you, whose brilliance gathers the light of all the stars in the universe, how could I be the only star revolving around you, so infatuated with you?"

The goddess of wisdom's eyes shone brightly: "My love, you are so extraordinary, so magnificent. In this boundless world, there is no other deity who can compare with you."

"All the noble goddesses in the universe are captivated by you, and who can resist your glory? Their hearts follow your radiance."

"They love you and admire you. I will only feel immense pride for you. How could I bear to blame you in the slightest for this?"

Zeus's heart was violently struck by this sincere and deep affection, stirring up towering waves.

Any carefully crafted sweet words seem pale and powerless in the face of such pure and profound true feelings from one's beloved goddess, utterly inexpressible.

He could only express the surging love in his heart at this moment through the most primal and direct actions.

With arms strong enough to embrace heaven and earth, He held His beloved purple-haired goddess even more tightly and forcefully.

Once again, with an even hotter and deeper kiss, he sealed away all her unspoken words.

Two supreme gods were entwined together tenderly, their divine light mingling and their breaths mingling. The clouds atop Mount Olympus existed for them, and the sunlight in the air seemed to flow with the luster of honey and gold.

At least at this moment, the feelings flowing between them were incredibly sincere. Their deep affection, which transcended time, was so pure and intense, untainted by any worldly impurities.

The warmth of skin-to-skin contact ignites the flame deep within one's divinity, and whispered sweet nothings are the most intimate symphony of the soul.

When love is as deep as the sea, two hearts become one.

In the depths of divine trembling and throbbing, it is always so, a seamless whole.

Two hearts in perfect harmony, inseparable; when emotions run deep, the world consists only of you and me.

When the lingering breaths finally parted, the air, still shrouded in mist, seemed to retain a tender warmth.

The goddess of wisdom remained nestled in her lover's arms, gazing longingly at her beloved god-king, his perfect divine countenance, as she suppressed the bittersweet emotions welling up inside her.

Her words, spoken in the softest of whispers, came from lips as delicate as newly blossoming cherry blossoms: “My love, dear Hera, has not been in a good mood lately.”

"It seems she wants to move away from Olympus. I think you should go and see her."

Upon hearing this, Zeus's expression showed a clear hint of surprise. Before he could say anything, the goddess of wisdom smiled gently, a smile that seemed to carry a heartbreaking tenderness.

Her slender, fair fingers, with the coolness and delicacy unique to women from the ocean, gently caressed his chiseled, handsome face, and she said softly, "My love, how can I bear to see you unhappy? How can I bear to see even a trace of sorrow between your brows?"

"Go quickly, go and comfort that noble heart that loves you just as deeply. I also need to go and entertain Father God and my sisters."

(End of this chapter)