To be honest, sleeping with Ishtar had been a pretty awful experience.
Awful enough that it was hard to imagine she was a goddess.
If Ele was a dark flower quietly blooming in the depths of the underworld—quiet, reserved, and possessed of a cautious gentleness that made one's heart ache—then Ishtar was a proud lioness that could not be tamed.
She was flamboyant, willful, arrogant, and full of possessiveness and a desire to conquer.
The slightest thing not going her way, and the goddess who had been huffing arrogantly one second would turn into a bristling "round-headed old hag" the next, mercilessly unleashing a "Super Tiger Killing Frenzied Slash" on Qianyi. Scratching with her nails, biting with her teeth, kneeing him—everything came at once, while she shouted in exasperation, "Idiot Qianyi, you hurt me! I'm bleeding! I'll stuff you into the Gate of Babylon and fire you out!!"
That would have been one thing, but even when things did go her way, she was exactly the same.
When she had been thoroughly pampered and her eyes had gone hazy, she still used both hands and feet to unleash her Super Tiger Killing Frenzied Slash on Qianyi. Her teeth sank into his shoulder without mercy, while her legs locked around him like a hunting python, trying to conceal her intense shyness with the fiercest possible movements.
That was just how terrible the Venus Goddess was.
She was terrible enough that Qianyi, who had initially intended to indulge her as he did Ele, had his anger meter instantly maxed out. He simply grabbed the wrist still clawing at him, pinned her firmly against the soft pillow, activated unlimited firepower, and began firing off Tens of Thousands of Proverbs in rapid succession.
It had to be said that although Ishtar's "software" was abysmal—her