Type-Moon Simulation: Conquering the Greek Goddess from the Start! Chapter 4

Even such a simple motion appeared graceful and beautiful, leaving no doubt about her status as a goddess.

"That's right. Medusa is a goddess different from us, and Moran is only human. If he drinks Medusa's blood, who knows what interesting changes might occur."

Euryale wiped the corner of her mouth.

She was also quite curious about what would happen next.

"Moran... d-don't look at me..."

Medusa turned her head away, her cheeks flushed.

Sensing that Moran was watching this scene from nearby, an inexplicable sense of shame surged from the depths of her heart.

Her two sisters had often drunk her blood before.

She had never felt this shy.

Why, when Moran saw it, did such an unusual feeling of embarrassment well up inside her?

"Gulp..."

Moran had never experienced this feeling before.

Stheno and Euryale were top-tier goddesses.

At this moment, the three sisters presented such a bewitching scene—its lethal charm was at an unprecedented level.

Looking at Stheno's gentle smile.

And Euryale's expectant expression.

There was no way Moran could utter a refusal.

Two conflicting emotions—peace and unease—intertwined.

The tenderness entwined in his consciousness was so frighteningly soothing, that comfort sweeter than anything else, stirring up restlessness.

"Medusa..."

Moran unconsciously clenched his teeth.

He swallowed the impulse rising from within.

Warmth spread upward from his neck, seeping from his earlobes into his brain, a primal hunger slowly flowing forth.

Under the guidance of the two little devil-like goddesses.

He drank the blood of the one he loved.

It wasn't transgression, yet it felt more than transgression.

The blood of the primordial goddess, like the nectar deep within a petal, seeped into his body as sweet dew.

"Mm... this...!"

Moran immediately sensed a change occurring.

Medusa's chaotic breath climbed along his neck into his mind.

The moment he swallowed, the blood, like a racing neurotransmitter, conveyed Medusa's heightened emotions to Moran.

After all, this was the blood of a goddess.

Medusa's blood contained both divinity and demonic nature, its purity far exceeding what an ordinary human could withstand.

If a mere human dared to consume her blood.

They would surely die a miserable death.

"But Moran won't. Because—"

Stheno gently stroked Moran's head.

With the tenderness of a wife gazing at her husband.

Moran had now fallen into a brief unconsciousness, and Medusa was in a similar state.

Euryale supported Moran's arm.

Her pure, bright face carried a cheerful smile as she said:

"Because he's our adorable little brother. Stheno, even if you never say it, you believe in Moran more than anyone. That's why you kept sending him trials like that."

"In the past, I was the one who picked Moran up. How could I accept that my dear one only had a mortal's lifespan? I don't expect much—I just want... the four of us to live peacefully on this island..."

"Heh... I feel the same..."

Stheno and Euryale only at this moment.

When their sister and brother were unconscious, could they speak their true feelings with a bit more honesty.

As goddesses, their personalities were quite twisted.

But this love was more real than anything.

Chapter 5: What I Want Is to Be with You [Please bookmark! Please monthly votes!]

[You wake up from unconsciousness]

[Due to the blessing of the Innate Physique, your body has accepted the goddess's blood well.]

[Stheno and Euryale left at some unknown time, leaving only you and Medusa in the forest.]

The clouds parted, revealing the bright full moon.

Moran sat on the high slope, enjoying the comfort brought by the sea breeze, the sweet, bloody taste still lingering in his mouth: "Stheno and Euryale, they've always liked teasing people like this since way back. I thought I had some immunity by now, but in the end, did I overestimate myself..."

He really hadn't expected those two elder sisters to pull this stunt.

The process was both alluring and awkward.

"Ahem, Eldest Sister and Second Sister, they do enjoy teasing people like this, but... that just now was probably for your sake... I think!"

"Medusa, your tone makes it hard to feel reassured. But I know they wouldn't harm me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had the chance to grow up. Don't worry, I'm not angry at Euryale and Stheno. I have a deep understanding of the capriciousness of goddesses."

Moran said this very frankly.

Hearing this, Medusa revealed a faint, relieved smile.

From an outsider's perspective, her two elder sisters' actions, though laced with affection, were expressed through teasing.

She felt that as a fellow goddess, she could accept it.

But Moran, being human, might not be able to.

Now it seemed she had been overthinking it.

As a goddess who had also watched Moran grow up, Medusa hoped he would always get along well with her sisters.

"..."

Moran turned his head to look at Medusa beside him.

He saw her tuck her long purple hair behind her ear, revealing her fair neck with an alluring sheen.

He could faintly make out a few spots of bloodstains on it.

The alluring scene came back to his mind.

"Mmn..."

Meeting Moran's gaze, Medusa's pretty face flushed red, as if she too was recalling that moment.

The shyness on her face was impossible to hide.

"I'm sorry... to have... let you see me in such an undignified state, Moran. That was my failure! It must have been utterly unsightly... with this large, clumsy body of mine..."

Medusa looked as if she wanted to bury her head in her chest.

Her face was as red as scorching hot iron.

Having been constantly verbally attacked by her two elder sisters about her tall stature for so long, Medusa had become deeply insecure about her appearance.

Moran knew this very well.

"Not at all. If it were truly unsightly, how could I have been so captivated? Even though Stheno and Euryale always say that, in my eyes, Medusa, you are beautiful."

Moran stared straight at her.

As if to prove the sincerity of his words, he offered Medusa a gaze as fervent as a flame.

"Mmn... don't, don't say that... how could I be a woman worthy of such words from you, Moran... I'm tall and clumsy... while Elder Sisters, as goddesses, are petite and cute, so much better than me in every way...!"

Medusa couldn't face Moran directly.

To her, this man she had spent twelve years with was not simply family.

But the inferiority in her heart kept her from hoping.

With two elder sisters as dazzling as the full moon by his side, how could he possibly look at someone as ugly as me?

Being the foil to her elder sisters was her role.

Medusa had been hypnotizing herself with this thought.

"Euryale and Stheno are very beautiful, I won't deny that... but that doesn't mean you're inferior, Medusa. I think you are just as beautiful as they are."

"You don't have to force yourself to comfort me... I know I..."

"It's not comfort. Just now, I wasn't captivated by Euryale or Stheno, but by you, Medusa. In my eyes, you are gentle and dignified. From the very first day I came to this island as a child, you've taken care of me down to the smallest detail. If you need proof..."

Moran's affection was untainted by pretense.

Being cared for and loved by a woman as beautiful and gentle as Medusa for over a decade, any man would fall for her.

He had wanted to confess for a very, very long time.

The impulse buried in his heart, like a geyser, surged forth.

Moran had suppressed it for twelve years.

Today, it finally burst out uncontrollably, pouring out his love to the one he cherished.

This was the romance every man should have.

It was like having a foundation.

This longing simply wouldn't stop.

When he realized he had fallen in love with her, it became increasingly difficult to hide this feeling.

"I love you, Medusa.

Those boring rumors spread by the gods mean nothing to me. What I want is to be with you forever."

A fatal arrow that pierced straight through the heart.

With the predetermined outcome of piercing Gorgon's heart, it was impossible not to be struck down by such an arrow of true affection.

That forbidden hope surfaced.

"Moran... I love you too."

A single teardrop involuntarily rolled down Medusa's cheek.

She, who had always been despised and slandered by both mortals and gods, had now found her own love for the first time.

Ah, she had fallen for this man.

Today, the mother of monsters named Medusa was not defeated by a hero, but captured by a man.

"Medusa..."

Then, as if to prove his feelings, Moran took the lead in guiding Medusa's actions.

The silver moon was as beautiful as a relief sculpture or a glasswork of art.

The moonlight that spilled down was as sacred as a blessing.

Under its glow, their two figures gradually overlapped.

The wind and waves blowing in from the sea were cool, yet a joy stronger than desire warmed both their bodies.