Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Oh, by the way, this necklace is yours, isn't it?"

Then, the huntress opened her palm, revealing a heart-shaped ruby ​​that radiated a mesmerizing color.

hiss……

Samael stared blankly at the ruby ​​that was becoming dull, gasped, and a legend related to Atalanta flashed through his mind.

Could it be... three days and three nights?

I'm so excited... cough cough, I'm so worried, what should I do?

The update will be postponed to the 15th; I'll make up for it with four more updates later.

I hadn't seen my friend for over a year. I took some time to spend a day with him in Beijing, but he wanted to stay up all night. I couldn't keep up, so I came back first. Forget about updating tonight; I'll write again in the morning.

The update on the 15th will be four chapters, making up for the chapters from the 14th and 15th. I'm going to sleep now, goodnight everyone.

I still owe seven chapters. I'll finish them around the 20th as soon as possible, and also include the promised H chapters. I'll submit the manuscript by the end of the month.

Chapter 151 Petting Cats is Always So Much Fun (1/4)

Strange, my body feels so hot.

A mysterious flame rose within Atalanta's body, spreading from her lower abdomen to her limbs and bones, her blood seemingly turning into molten lava.

Even more so, every inch of her skin gradually revealed an alluring rose-red hue, and her body was exceptionally sensitive; even a gust of wind could send tingling, itchy sensations through her.

“嘤咛…”

The female hunter's teeth itched, and she unconsciously ground them together, her breathing becoming increasingly rough and hot.

I really want to hug something cool to cool down.

I really want to bite on something chewy to rub my teeth.

Strange ideas kept popping into my head.

In the hazy distance, a sweet aroma and a slight coolness wafted over from the opposite side.

Atalanta rubbed her dizzy and heavy head. As she looked up, the scenery before her began to blur, and a concerned face came into view.

The hunter instinctively stepped forward, cupped the face in her hands, and gazed at it with a dreamy look, examining it inch by inch from the forehead to the corners of the eyebrows, to the eyes, to the bridge of the nose, and then to the lips and teeth.

The ten fingers, as thin as bamboo shoots, slid along, gently touching the texture of the skin and the contours of the features on that face.

How come I never noticed this kid before? He's really good-looking, very…

Is it...delicious?

Like a ripe apple, each piece exudes an enticing sweet aroma.

Ok……

He said I was taking care of him on the way, but it seemed he cared about me more.

Hmm, so he probably won't be angry if I take a bite, right?

Atalanta's throat gurgled, a low growl characteristic of felines emanating from within. Her green eyes narrowed slightly, and her half-open lips reached forward to bite at the most vibrant part of her face.

However, before she could succeed in her forbidden fruit-stealing act, she seemed to be discovered by the orchard's caretaker.

Two hands covered the top of her head, and fingertips stroked and kneaded her sensitive ears.

The movements became increasingly light, increasingly joyful, and increasingly unrestrained.

Until a pair of slightly narrowed eyes fixed on the owner of those hands, occasionally radiating a dangerous feline aura.

"Have you touched enough?"

"Um, I'd like to try the tail again."

Samael answered casually while petting the cat.

"Crack!"

A tree branch as thick as a bowl was snapped in two instantly by Atalanta's tightly clenched fingers.

Do you still want to touch it?

The ancient snake felt as if the surrounding air had frozen into ice crystals, and it sheepishly withdrew its hand.

Similarly, Atalanta, with a taut expression, casually withdrew her other hand from Samael's torn chest, half-pressed against the victim's muscular body, before pulling it away and straightening it.

"Hurry back to your night watch, it's not time for the shift change yet."

The female hunter took a deep breath, gave a cold snort as a reminder, and turned to walk towards the tent.

For some reason, Atalanta's movements as she leaped and bounded through the forest were somewhat distorted.

Samai clenched his fist, sensing the lingering warmth and touch, and chased after them for a few steps, shouting with unwavering determination.

"Boss, if you're not satisfied with two for one, how about three for one? You can touch any of the three places you want, I promise I won't do anything inappropriate. Afterwards, you can just let me touch your tail, and I promise no one else will know about this!"

"Crack!"

A few steps earlier, a branch broke, and Atalanta stumbled, her feet slipping, and she fell headfirst to the ground.

"Nothing happened tonight, you know nothing, right...?"

The female hunter, who had scrambled to her feet in a disheveled state, turned menacingly towards Samael, placed her right hand on his shoulder, veins bulging on her forehead, and forced a distorted smile. The last word she forced out between her teeth exuded a chilling aura.

Samael shrank back and nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

Immediately after sealing the gag, Atalanta turned around without looking back, and after taking a few steps, she abandoned all restraint and fled the scene of the crime at almost full speed.

At this moment, Samael, who was left behind, opened his palm, revealing a bright and lustrous gemstone necklace. He raised his hand to rub his swollen cheeks, then looked down at his torn collar and murmured to himself.

It seems like I'm at a bit of a loss.

Moments later, Atalanta, who had slipped into the tent like a shadow, immediately activated a magical barrier, sealing the entrance.

Once she was sure no one was around, the huntress, whose body had been tense, suddenly relaxed her muscles and collapsed onto the bedding like a log.

Aaaaaah! What am I doing?!

Atalanta, in a riding posture, squeezed a pillow between her legs and rolled around on the bed repeatedly to vent her frustration and depression.

After a long while, the female hunter, whose mood had calmed down a bit, got up and went outside the tent for some fresh air. When her eyes fell on the plants that were sprouting and budding in the darkness, she was taken aback.

In a daze, Atalanta couldn't help but recall the scene of lions and tigers entangled together that she had seen in the mountains, and her face turned as red as blood.

The season for hunting Calyudon boar seems to be in early spring...

No wonder I lost my composure, no wonder he smelled so...delicious...

wrong!

Atalanta bit her cherry lips tightly and shook her head haphazardly.

I am a hunter who has sworn to serve the goddess Artemis with purity, and I would never have such filthy thoughts!

This must be due to the blessing of the sacred beast, leaving behind its wild nature.

Atalanta nodded emphatically, but the lingering itch on her ears and the increasingly vivid, erotic scenes in her mind, which she tried to conceal, made the huntress feel inexplicably guilty and irritable.

Samael, now back by the fire, continued to appease the Spartan princess until the shift change was complete.

Because of that little incident, the ancient snake slept very soundly and peacefully that night.

However, the next morning, in the open space in front of the camp, Atalanta swayed as she rose, her hair disheveled, her eyes bloodshot, and her face pale.

Clearly, she was suffering from insomnia.

Samael wanted to go up and say a few words, but Atalanta warned him with her eyes, so he had to give up in frustration.

The group gathered, began packing their belongings, dismantling the campsite, and preparing for the next phase of their advance.

The knights of Caludon arrived late, dropped off a few boxes, and left without saying a word.

Samael opened the supply crate to check it, and his face darkened.

There were only twenty or thirty arrows, and the arrowheads were either severely worn or covered with bluish-black rust.

The armor and shield were the lowest-level soldier-grade equipment, and even the spears were made of wood with mold spots on them.

These things are all junk that the Kingdom of Caludon dragged out from some corner of the world.

Could Calydon be in such dire need of weapons?

How come the equipment of those two knights looks so much better than this?

A shadow fell over Samael's heart, his brow furrowed, and his good mood vanished.

"They have insignia on their breastplates, belonging to another demigod family of Calydon..."

At this moment, Jason withdrew his gaze from the distance, approached Samael, and whispered with a wry smile, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Aside from the royal family, the only other demigod family is the Queen's lineage.

The ancient serpent's eyes flickered, its expression somber.

Tsk, isn't living good enough? Why do you have to beg for death!

Just then, the twins each threw a quiver to Atalanta, their attitude still haughty, but their tone quite frank.

"Take these. They'll be more useful in your hands."

Chapter 152 Human Meat Grinder (2/4)

Meanwhile, at the other end of the dense forest.

"What are you doing here?"

"We are here on orders to escort supplies and, incidentally, assist you in conquering the monsters and accomplishing your great task."

“I recall that, given your disgraceful behavior last night, your father has already disqualified you from participating in the hunt.”

Prince Calydon glanced coldly at his two uncles, who were surrounded by a group of knights, his brow furrowed.

“Your Highness, we know we were wrong and deeply repent. Therefore, we have received the forgiveness of His Majesty and the Queen. Please allow us to rejoin the ranks.”

The two men exchanged a glance. The older one, carrying a shield and holding a javelin, stepped forward and pleaded with considerable humility.

"Put down the supplies and go back!"

Prince Calydon refused his two uncles' offer to join him without much politeness. Now that the various teams had narrowed their encirclement and were locating and converging with each other, they would soon be able to stop the demonic boar. He really didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

However, just as he was about to steer his warhorse forward, his two uncles rushed up to him with mournful faces, hugging the horse's legs and pleading with tears streaming down their faces.

"Your Highness, all the prestigious families of Calydon have participated in this hunt."

"Look, we even brought divinely crafted weapons for this hunt. If we're turned away and return empty-handed, what face will our descent into godhood have left in the royal city?"

"Yes, please give us a chance to repent, Your Highness. We held you when you were a child. Even if we don't consider that kindness, can you bear to let your mother's family be disgraced because of this?"

The two elders were playing the family card and resorting to shameless crying, which made the hunters from Caludon whisper among themselves and look at them strangely.

Prince Calydon's face darkened, but he suppressed his anger and waved his hand in tacit approval for them to join the group.

Those two old guys are shameless, but he still has a sense of shame!

Driven by their vanity of participating in the Calydon hunt and enjoying hero treatment upon returning to town, they will stop at nothing to gain an edge, truly bringing shame upon the royal family and Calydon.

But unfortunately, her mother never considered right or wrong and always sided with her two brothers.

These two old men were not satisfied, and even when he was a child, they were restless and instilled some very selfish ideas in their prince nephew.

For example, "They should be close to their mother's family line in the future" and "They own half of the royal power."

When the Caludon boars were rampaging, they didn't have the courage to eliminate the disaster. But once the heroes arrived, they wanted to pick fruit and join the hunt. They were not content with their lot, and sooner or later they would cause trouble because of this.

Meleageros sneered inwardly, his resentment towards his two uncles deepening.

Meanwhile, the two middle-aged men who had rejoined the group were no longer obsequious to Prince Caludon. Instead, they arrogantly ordered the hunting party members to take several supply boxes.

"Arrows, potions, and armor—why so many?"

The heroes looked at what they had been given and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Their supplies were not just ample, but rather extravagant.

"Of course, it's about taking down the other teams..."