Greece: I am Zeus!

Chapter 178 My Hera, have you missed me?

Hera like this is absolutely adorable.

Zeus finally arrived at the corner where Hera was alone, and without any hesitation, yet with an irresistible tenderness, he took Hera's smooth and jade-like hand in his.

He gazed into her eyes, his voice deep and magnetic, and asked gently, "My dearest Hera, my beloved goddess of fertility, have you missed me?"

This sudden intimacy made Hera stiffen. Instinctively, she looked in Metis's direction with a hint of panic and found that the goddess of wisdom was having a rather "intense" friendly exchange with Demeter, the goddess of night, the goddess of memory, and other gods. The atmosphere was lively, and they were so engrossed that they had no time to pay attention to anything else.

Hera finally breathed a sigh of relief, but what followed was an even stronger surge of guilt towards Metis and an indescribable heartache and sorrow.

She ignored Zeus's words and tried to break free from his large, strong hand, but as she had done countless times before, she ultimately failed.

In the end, she had no choice but to give up, letting Zeus hold her soft, boneless little hand in his palm and play with it at will.

Zeus smiled smugly to himself, knowing that his beloved Hera could never truly refuse him.

But He also knew He couldn't push her too hard, so He took Hera's hand and led her to a more secluded corner of the temple that was less likely to attract the gods' attention.

He then waved his hand, and a lightning barrier silently unfolded. The barrier was as thin as a cicada's wing, with fine golden lightning and exquisite runes flowing across it, completely isolating all sight and sound from both inside and outside.

Although the place where the God-King resides is the center of the universe and is always the focus of the eyes of all the gods, in the face of the God-King's obvious unwillingness to be disturbed, all the gods naturally chose to "turn a blind eye" without making a tacit agreement.

This tacit understanding of self-deception was enough to ease Hera's taut nerves.

Often, providing a reason or a way out is very important.

In this secluded little environment where only the two gods seemed to exist, Hera did indeed relax a little.

She remained turned to the side, her swan-like neck drooping, not daring to look directly into Zeus's bright eyes, which seemed to see through everything and were the same color as her own.

Zeus smiled, his long, strong fingers playing with Hera's delicate little hand. He didn't urge her, but simply waited quietly for her answer.

It must be said that there are wrong names, but there are absolutely no wrong titles.

The white-armed Hera's jade-like arms and delicate hands are truly exquisite, a flawless work of art.

A woman's worth lies primarily in her hands.

Unless a woman is pampered and born into a privileged family, her arms and hands could never be so fair and flawless.

Although goddesses do not have the minor flaws of mortals, Hera's white arms are still unparalleled among the gods; they are delicate arms that have never been tainted by the mortal world.

Needless to say, her skin was as pure and white as frost, but what was even more remarkable was her slender and graceful figure, with every inch perfectly proportioned. She was like a slender bamboo shoot, delicate as ice, or a lotus stamen, white as dew, with a radiant glow.

Today she wore a purple-gold off-shoulder tulle dress, her brilliant waist-length golden hair cascading down naturally like a waterfall. She wore a golden laurel wreath in her hair, symbolizing nobility, and a gold and white belt around her waist, which perfectly outlined her slender waist.

Beneath the hem of the tulle skirt, her long, straight calves, resembling the most prized masterpiece of a master craftsman, were mostly covered by a pair of magnificent gold boots.

Even though he couldn't see it clearly, with Zeus's all-seeing sharp eyes, those perfect long legs that transcended the limits of mortal aesthetics had already clearly appeared in His mind.

Unfortunately, Hera was no ordinary goddess; she disliked going barefoot and instead treasured her small, exquisite, and flawless feet in golden boots.

Zeus had only seen it a few times, but even on the first sight, its breathtaking beauty was deeply imprinted on his divinity, making it unforgettable.

However, wearing gold boots also gives her a unique air of heroism and nobility, making her extremely beautiful!
In any case, Zeus liked it no matter how he looked at it!

His beloved Hera, no matter what, is the best!

As Zeus played with her little hands so intently, Hera felt a warm current spread from her fingertips to her whole body, and even her divinity seemed to be slightly burning.

She tried to maintain a calm facade, pretending nothing was wrong, but Zeus's affection and appreciation stirred an uncontrollable joy within her.

But seeing that Zeus wasn't satisfied with just playing with her, he grabbed her small hand, lowered his head slightly, and pretended to bring it to his lips. This audacious move startled her, and she hurriedly tried to pull her hand back.

Although she successfully stopped Zeus from doing something outrageous, she dared not remain silent any longer.

To break the unsettling ambiguity, she could only awkwardly change the subject, saying softly, "Zeus, your newly designed order of the heavens is truly... truly amazing." She still dared not look at Him, her gaze fixed on the lightning screen beside her, adding in a voice barely audible, "Only you could have conceived of such a perfect order."

Upon hearing this, Zeus let out a low, pleasant chuckle: "The duties of the gods are too heavy; if this continues, chaos and laziness will inevitably arise."

"The main reason is that I simply cannot bear to see my beloved Hera mired in arduous and tedious work for the long years to come."

The amorous Father pulled Hera's soft body into his arms, holding her tightly, burying his face in her golden hair that exuded a faint orchid and sweet scent, and whispered indistinctly, "My beloved Hera is an indispensable and great goddess of the universe. If you don't come up with a solution that will solve everything once and for all, you will be exhausted. That won't do, it will break my heart."

"Besides, how can I be busy with boring work all day long? Wouldn't that leave you with no time to spend with me? I just want my beloved Hera by my side at all times."

How could the pure and faithful goddess Hera withstand such direct and passionate words from this amorous deity?
She nestled softly in Zeus's strong, warm embrace, her full, red lips pressed tightly together, unable to utter a single word.

Those jade arms, which had been stiffly placed in front of her chest in a last defensive posture, finally, without her noticing, slowly and tentatively climbed up Zeus's back and embraced him in the same way.

This warm and solid embrace was the deepest longing in her soul, and she seemed never to be able to truly refuse it.

In Zeus's embrace, she felt as if she were isolated from all the disturbances and harms of the universe, making her feel so, so at ease.

Zeus clearly felt Hera's submission and the momentary melting sensation, and the corners of the king of the gods couldn't help but curl up slightly.

He knew all too well that a goddess like Hera, outwardly steadfast and tenacious, yet inwardly yearning for a single love, possessing an indomitable and resolute divinity, could only be won over with seven parts sweet words and three parts domineering force.

Since ancient times, even the stars have been shaken by the gravitational pull of the sun, and even the proudest goddess cannot resist the relentless pursuit.

Even the most virtuous woman can be swayed by a persistent suitor.

He brought his lips to her ear, his hot breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, and asked in a seductive voice, "My dear Hera, tell me quickly, have you missed me?"

Upon hearing this, Hera, nestled against the broad chest of her beloved god-king, secretly rolled her eyes with all her might: That wretched Zeus, that bastard! He always knows to ask questions he already knows the answer to!
Despite her inner grumbling, her body betrayed her.

She still held her proud head and nodded almost imperceptibly in Zeus's arms, making sure Zeus could feel the movement clearly.

She also understood that if she didn't give Him a satisfactory answer, this seemingly gentle but actually most domineering god-king would definitely not give up.

Zeus was even more pleased with himself and immediately decided to push his luck further.

He had toiled for so long to weave the laws of Heaven, and his longing and passion had accumulated to an extreme degree. Now that his beloved goddess was in his arms, he felt it was necessary to reward himself.

However, before Hera could fully savor the indescribable, breathtaking beauty of His powerful hand, which contained the force of thunder, Hera's expression changed drastically. With a surge of divine power, she actually pushed Zeus away.

Her beautiful golden eyes now burned with the flames of shame and indignation as she glared fiercely at Zeus.

He then carefully took a step back, cautiously creating distance so as not to give Him another chance to act recklessly.

Although she is the great mother goddess of fertility, she is now truly the purest and most flawless virgin goddess.

But would Zeus let the treasure he had obtained escape?

He immediately lunged forward even faster, and with a speed that was impossible to react to or resist, he once again embraced that soft and fragrant body tightly, leaving no gap between them.

“My dearest, you cannot imagine how much I miss you. In this long, seemingly eternal time without you, all my divinity yearns for you, roars for you.”

"Hera, Hera, my Hera,"

He called her real name again and again in an almost murmured tone, as if it were the most beautiful spell in the world: "Please don't resist me, even if it's just letting me hold you quietly like this."

The beautiful goddess struggled in His arms, but even though she possessed the great power to shake the stars, she was no different from any other tender woman in love in the face of the absolute power of the God-King.

That little bit of resistance, like a snowflake thrown at lava, can only vanish instantly.

In the end, she had no choice but to give up and devote all her energy to carefully guarding against Zeus's extremely restless hands.

(End of this chapter)