If: A Love That Began with a One-Night Stand - Evil God

If someone were to ask when he fell in love with the Goddess of Beauty, the Evil God would say it was after he was punched by her and embedded in the wall.

He is Evil God, the embodiment of Disaster and Fear, a synonym for misfortune. Wherever he goes, war rages and disasters rage.

In ancient times, people would tremble at the mere mention of his name.

Yet this very god is now embedded in the temple wall in an extremely undignified posture, limbs outstretched, looking just like a flattened biscuit.

Not far from him, the Goddess of Beauty was withdrawing her fist.

The Evil God, embedded in the temple wall, watched this scene, his heart pounding.

In that one glance, he wanted to say, "Mom, I'm in love."

--Yes, he's in love.

"So, this is how you fell in love with me? It feels like you're a masochist." The Goddess of Beauty lying in his arms circled her fingers around his chest a few times, teasing him.

"Yes, isn't that enough?"

The Evil God asked in return, a puzzled expression on his face.

"Over the years, I've fought with many gods, lost, and always felt angry afterward. But that one time, I was actually very happy after losing."

"That joy was like an arrow hitting the bullseye."

The Evil God embraced the Goddess of Beauty and kissed her on the cheek.

He felt happy whenever he was with that person.

The Evil Gods have a weak perception of positive emotions, which seems to be innate. Calamity, fear, and anger seem to be ingrained in their very bones.

As for emotions like joy, warmth, and excitement, they rarely experience them in their daily lives. But once they have experienced them, it is hard for them to forget that feeling.

For example, the Evil God gods experienced this feeling when they were being beaten by the Asura God.

Therefore, I can't forget it.

The Goddess of Beauty removed his hand from her waist and took it in her own. "Aren't you just a masochist?"

But I like it when you hit me.

How did the Goddess of Beauty and the Evil God come together?

When you think about it carefully, the Evil God should actually thank the Goddess of Beauty's group of "Old Self."

If it weren't for them, where would the Evil God have gotten his chance?

After being rejected by numerous Old Self, the Goddess of Beauty finally gave up hope. She stopped asking other Old Self, not because she lacked charm, but mainly because their true forms were flawed.

If the roots are rotten, what good branches can you expect to grow?

It's because their original forms are too straight-male.

It is so natural and justifiable, so righteous and confident.

Later, he became too lazy to even speak, and he would be terrified and avoid the group of Old Self. It was during that period of inactivity that the Evil God happened to be hovering around him.

That's exactly what happened; the Goddess of Beauty set her sights on him.

--For use in "proving the truth".

After sleeping with the Evil God, the Goddess of Beauty felt refreshed and relaxed.

He straightened his clothes, glanced back at the still-dazed Evil God on the bed, and felt reassured:

See? He claims he has no problem with his charm; it's just that those Old Self are immune to it, and it has nothing to do with him.

So the Goddess of Beauty dusted herself off and left.

The Evil God was left alone, paralyzed on the bed, unable to recover for a long time.

He never expected that the other person would leave after sleeping with him, without leaving anything behind.

No, there was still a message left behind.

Before leaving, the Goddess of Beauty turned back and glanced at him, offering a precise comment:

"If your technique isn't good enough, practice more."

These words, like a sharp blade, pierced straight into the heart of the Evil God. From then on, the Evil God could not let go of it for a long time.

He began to seriously consider a question.

How do you practice something like this?

He thought about it for a long time and decided that he should ask someone with experience for advice.

In the Divine Realm, who is the most experienced...?

The Evil God was usually not interested in these things at all, and therefore did not notice them. In his memory, all the gods around him seemed to be bachelors.

Left with no other choice, he finally turned his attention to Love God.

The reason is simple:

The other person also carries the Divine Office of "Lust," so they must be quite knowledgeable about this kind of thing.

Love God is like a brick; you can move it wherever it's needed.

Yes, it's him again.

The most powerful tool god in this book, the Love God, makes a dazzling appearance.

Although his role seems a bit large at the moment, Love God is no longer smiling.

He stood in his temple, looking at the uninvited Evil God before him, with only one thought in his mind:

Why? Why? Why do I always have to be the tool god I'm thinking of?!

"What are you doing here?" Love God took a half-step back warily.

The Evil God asked with a serious expression, "How do I train?"

Love God: "... What kind of training?"

The Evil God frowned, seemingly thinking the other party was asking a question they already knew the answer to:

"Technology."

Love God's expression cracked.

"So you came to me just to ask about this kind of thing?"

"Yeah, I slept with the Goddess of Beauty, but then she left, saying my skills weren't good enough, so I want to practice."

The Evil God said with a serious expression, he was now extremely eager for it.

Love God glared angrily at the Evil God.

He really, really likes the Goddess of Beauty.

As a result, this guy who had slept with the Goddess of Beauty actually swaggered up to him and asked him this kind of question.

Isn't this blatant provocation?

--Hmph! Want to know? Dream on!

Love God coldly replied, "Hmph, get lost."

"What? You didn't know? Are you some kind of virgin god?"

The Evil God countered with a question, reasoning that, in his view, the Love God should be intimately familiar with such matters. But judging from the other's reaction, why did it seem somewhat... inexperienced?

Love God was speechless for a moment.

To say he's still a virgin is incredibly shameful.

"I... of course not!" he stubbornly insisted.

He was indeed a virgin god, but of course he knew all about this, after all, he also held the Divine Office of "Lust." It was impossible for him not to know, even if he wanted to.

"Then you know, so hurry up and tell me!" The Evil God's patience ran out, and black mist surged around him. "If you don't tell me today, I'll tear down your Love God Palace."

The Evil God doesn't treat other gods with the same patience and gentleness he showed the Goddess of Beauty. With him, threats are used directly; don't expect him to be lenient with anyone.

Disaster and Fear are embodiments of things that are inherently unreasonable.

Love God looked at his face, which was etched with the meaning of "I mean what I say," and fell silent.

He silently cursed the Evil God eight hundred times in his heart.

Damn Evil God, the Love God has never been so humiliated.

However, despite this frustration, Love God still taught the other person a lesson.

Of course, that's completely wrong.

Haha, does the other party really expect me to teach them?

LOL, impossible!

As Love God spoke, he sneered inwardly, but maintained a serious demeanor on the surface. In reality, the content was all fabricated, yet it sounded plausible.

Perhaps the words left by the Goddess of Beauty caused too much harm to the Evil God.

The Evil God listened very attentively, extremely attentively, and even took out a small notebook to take notes, afraid that he would forget.

Love God's lips twitched. "... What are you trying to remember?"

The Evil God didn't even look up. "Write it down, and review it when you get back."

Love God swallowed back all his wicked schemes and continued spouting nonsense without batting an eye.

After finishing his explanation, the Evil God looked at the notebook, nodding thoughtfully as he read.

Finally, he looked up with a look of sudden realization.

"I see, I understand now."

After saying that, he turned and left, a wisp of black mist swirling around him as he flew away.

Love God stood there, watching the dark figure disappear into the horizon, and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

--Keep practicing, Goddess of Beauty will dislike you even more next time.

When the Goddess of Beauty met the Evil God again, before she could even speak, she was tackled to the ground by him.

Another night passed, and the Goddess of Beauty kicked the other person off the bed, saying coldly:

"Get lost! What garbage technology! Don't come back next time."

He disliked her even more now.

The Evil God huddled pitifully by the bedside, pulled out a small notebook, and handed it to the other person.

"Mei, don't be angry... This is an experience that Love God taught me. You'll see if you don't believe me."

The Goddess of Beauty took a look and her face immediately turned black.

What kind of garbage is listed here?

Even gods who have slept with other gods wouldn't do this, right?

The more he flipped through it, the more outrageous it seemed. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he tore the notebook to shreds with a tearing sound.

"Ugh, everything on there is wrong."

The Evil God looked down at the scattered scraps of paper, then looked up at the Goddess of Beauty. His expression was like that of a large dog whose food bowl had been kicked over—bewildered, aggrieved, and utterly helpless...

"... Is it all wrong?" he murmured.

Looking at him like this, the Goddess of Beauty suddenly felt a pang of tenderness in her heart.

He looked away, his tone softening slightly:

"Who told you to go find Love God?"

The Evil God muttered, "Everyone around here is a bachelor, only he has experience."

Goddess of Beauty fell silent.

He suddenly had a strong urge to beat up Love God too.

From the other person's few words, he pieced together the truth of the matter. It was probably Cupid's Love God that caused the trouble again.

Why should he be the one to suffer?

The Goddess of Beauty sighed, reached out and pulled the Evil God from the bedside, then threw him back onto the bed.

"This time, you'd better behave. I'll teach you, you learn. If you still can't understand, then get out."

When it comes to matters of the bedroom, of course you need to find someone compatible.

Otherwise, it would be pure suffering for the Goddess of Beauty.

Another day has passed.

The Evil God, supporting his back, slowly sat up from the bed.

--Wow, that's a bit too much.

He looked down at the marks all over his body, then at the Goddess of Beauty beside him, who looked refreshed and was tying her sash.

What Love God told him was all a lie.

He had asked the other person if they were a child prodigy, and the other person's suspicious expression revealed what it meant. It seemed that the guy really didn't know, and was just relying on a pitiful amount of pride to lie and deceive him.

The key point is that I actually believed it.

The Evil God remained silent.

He thought to himself: Next time we meet, I'll beat Love God up first.

But the matter of beating up Love God will have to wait.

The Evil God now has a more important agenda:

To pester relentlessly.

So for the next few days, the Evil God clung to the Goddess of Beauty like a leech.

The Goddess of Beauty went to a divine feast, and he followed.

Wherever the Goddess of Beauty goes, he follows.

When the Goddess of Beauty goes to the Moon God goddess's place for tea, he always squats at the door.

At that time, he would chat with his buddy Night God. Although they had a grudge against each other, they had unexpectedly become friends because of this incident.

One day, a loud bang was heard Love God Palace.

Love God crouched in the temple, clutching his head, trembling.

He should have realized that teaching fake classes would come at a price.

However, the Goddess of Beauty naturally wouldn't care about such things.

He's been having a great time lately, feeling refreshed and radiating a contented languor. Finding a compatible Bedmate isn't easy, but luckily he made the right choice this time.

Evil God quickly, are willing to put in the effort, and, most importantly, are obedient.

He'd be told to go east but not west, to be gentle but not forceful. Occasionally, he'd go too far, but a single glance from the Goddess of Beauty would immediately make him behave.

As their sexual encounters increased, the Goddess of Beauty's fondness for the Evil God rose sharply.

But that's all.

In her life, the Goddess of Beauty has seen too many sights and slept with too many gods.

He rarely stops for anyone, much less lingers for anyone.

For him, the Evil God was initially nothing more than a suitable Bedmate.

In the end, they were just a regular, pleasant partner.

We were just... friends, nothing more.

He never overthinks things, and he never makes promises.

The Evil God wouldn't ask any more questions; it was precisely because he loved the other that he knew what the other was thinking.

That's why he respects the other person's choice.

Until a very, very long time later.

Having witnessed the splendor of the Divine Realm and traversed the hustle and bustle of the human world, the Goddess of Beauty one day suddenly felt weary, like a bird that had flown for too long, its wings heavy and its heart tired.

He stopped, looked back, and realized that the Evil God was still behind him.

The sun was shining brightly that day.

The Evil God met the Goddess of Beauty's gaze, and suddenly a thought struck him.

He softly asked the question he had wanted to ask for so many years:

Tired?

The Goddess of Beauty gazed intently at that familiar face, a strange glint in the depths of her eyes.

He jokingly said to the Evil God:

"What? I'm tired. What do you want to do? Do you want to be with me? If you do, take my hand."

The Goddess of Beauty will only ask this question once. If the other party refuses, then there will be absolutely no chance for them.

He was an extremely arrogant Gods.

No matter what happens in the future, I will never be with a god who has rejected me.

The Evil God looked at the hand and, almost at the same instant the Goddess of Beauty finished speaking, reached out and grasped it.

Palm to palm, fingers interlocked.

No matter when or where, he will always hold the hand that the other person extends to him.

This is the fate of the Goddess of Beauty and the Evil God.

The recollection ends.

The Goddess of Beauty wrapped her arms around the neck of the Evil God, looked into his eyes, and asked, "So, if I keep refusing, will you keep waiting?"

The Evil God's face was perpetually shrouded in black mist.

However, when he was with the Goddess of Beauty, he always habitually removed this layer of black mist. He replied:

"Of course, I'll always wait for you. If you ever get tired and want to rest, I'll take you home."

The Goddess of Beauty pressed the other person's head down and kissed them.

Many gods admire him. If you ask why the Goddess of Beauty chose the Evil God, it's because he would love you unconditionally, never betray you, and always put you first.

If that's not enough, then what should be done?

END.