All I Want Is to Be with You

Even such an action appeared elegant and beautiful, leaving no room to doubt her identity as a goddess.

"True. Medusa is a goddess unlike us, while Moran is merely human. If he drinks Medusa's blood, perhaps something very interesting will happen."

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 flushed cheeks away.

Realizing that Moran was nearby and had witnessed this scene, an inexplicable sense of shame rose from the depths of her heart.

Her two sisters had drunk her blood before.

Yet she had never felt as embarrassed as she did now.

Why did such an unusual sense of shame well up inside her when Moran saw her like this?

"Guh..."

Moran had never experienced anything like this before.

Stheno and Euryale were supreme goddesses.

At that moment, the three sisters displayed such a bewitching scene that its destructive power was on an unprecedented level.

Looking at Stheno's gentle smile.

And Euryale's expectant expression.

There was no way Moran could say no.

Two contradictory emotions, serenity and unease, intertwined.

The feelings wrapped around his consciousness were so gentle they became frightening. That comfort was sweeter than anything, stirring up his agitation.

"Medusa..."

Moran unconsciously clenched his teeth.

He swallowed the impulse rising from within his heart.

Warmth spread upward from his neck, seeping from his earlobes into his brain, while an instinctive hunger slowly emerged.

Under the guidance of those two impish goddesses.

He drank the blood of the woman he loved.

It was not immoral, yet it somehow felt even more forbidden than immorality itself.

The blood of a primordial goddess was like honey deep within flower petals, turning into sweet nectar that seeped into his body.

"Mm... This...!"

Moran immediately sensed a change.

Medusa's disordered breaths climbed up his neck and into his brain.

The instant he swallowed it, the blood moved through him like substances racing through the mind, transmitting Medusa's excitement to Moran.

No matter what, this was the blood of a goddess.

Medusa's blood contained divinity and demonic nature, its purity far beyond what ordinary humans could withstand.

If an ordinary human dared consume her blood.

They would certainly die a most miserable death.

"But Moran won't, because—"

Stheno gently stroked Moran's head.

She was as tender as a wife gazing at her husband.

Moran had now fallen into a brief coma, while Medusa had also entered a similar state.

Euryale supported Moran by the arm.

With a joyful smile on her pure and radiant face, she said:

"Because he is our adorable little brother. Stheno, although you never say it, you believe in Moran more than anyone else, don't you? That's why you kept sending trials his way like that."

"I was the one who picked Moran up in the first place. How could I accept that someone so dear to me would have nothing but a mortal lifespan? I don't ask for much. I only want... the four of us to remain peacefully on this island forever..."

"Hehe... Isn't that what I want too..."

Only at a time like this.

When their younger sister and younger brother had fallen unconscious, could Stheno and Euryale be somewhat honest about their true feelings.

As goddesses, their personalities were terribly twisted.

But this love was more genuine than anything.

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You awoke from your coma.

With the enhancement of the Innate Physique, your body accepted the goddess's blood remarkably well.

Stheno and Euryale had left at some point, leaving only you and Medusa in the forest.

The dark clouds dispersed, revealing a bright, immaculate full moon.

Moran sat on a high slope, enjoying the comfortable sea breeze. The sweet, bloody taste still lingered in his mouth.

"Stheno and Euryale have always liked teasing people like this. I thought I had built up some resistance, but in the end, did I overestimate myself...?"

He truly had not expected his two older sisters to pull something like that.

The whole process had been both sensual and subtle.

"Cough, cough. Elder Sister and Second Sister do indeed enjoy teasing people like that, but what happened just now was probably for your sake too... It should have been!"

"Medusa, that tone doesn't exactly reassure me. Still, 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 or Stheno. I've experienced firsthand just how unpredictable goddesses can be."

Moran spoke quite calmly.

Hearing that, Medusa revealed a faint smile of relief.

To outsiders, although her two sisters' behavior contained affection, they expressed it by teasing people.

As a goddess herself, Medusa felt she could accept that.

But Moran, as a human, might not necessarily be able to.

Now, it seemed she had worried too much.

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

"..."

Moran turned to look at Medusa beside him.

She tucked her long purple hair behind her ear, exposing her fair neck, which gleamed with an alluring luster.

Faint spots of blood could still be seen upon it.

That sensual scene surfaced in his mind once more.

"Mm..."

Meeting Moran's gaze, Medusa's lovely face turned red, as though she too had recalled what had just happened.

The embarrassment on her face was impossible to conceal.

"I'm sorry... To think that... you saw me in such an unsightly state, Moran. That was my failure! It must have been unbearable to look at... Me, with such a tall build..."

Medusa seemed as though she wanted to bury her head in her chest.

Her face was red as scorching iron.

Having long been verbally attacked by her two sisters over her tall figure, Medusa was deeply insecure about her appearance.

Moran knew that very well.

"How could it be? If it had truly been unbearable to look at, how could I have been so captivated? Stheno and Euryale always say such things, but in my eyes, Medusa, you are beautiful."

Moran stared straight into her eyes.

As though to prove the sincerity of his words, he offered Medusa a gaze as scorching as fire.

"Mmm... D-don't say that... How could I possibly be a woman worthy of such words from you, Moran? I'm tall and clumsy... While my sisters are goddesses who are both petite and adorable. They're better than me in ways I can't even count...!"

Medusa could not face Moran directly.

Toward this man who had spent twelve years by her side, she did not simply see him as family.

But the insecurity in her heart prevented her from daring to hope.

With her two sisters, as dazzling as the bright moon, standing beside her, how could he possibly look at someone as ugly as me?

My role is to be nothing more than the green leaf that sets my sisters off.

Medusa had always hypnotized herself this way.

"Euryale and Stheno are very beautiful, I can't deny that... But that doesn't mean you're any worse, Medusa. I think you're just as beautiful as they are."

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

"It isn't comfort. Just now, I wasn't captivated by Euryale, nor was I captivated by Stheno. It was you, Medusa, who captivated me. In my eyes, you are gentle and dignified. From the very first day I came to this island as a child, you have cared for me in every possible way. If you want proof..."

Moran's affection contained no falsehood.

Any man would fall for a beautiful, gentle woman like Medusa after receiving her care and love day after day for more than a decade.

He had wanted to confess it long, long ago.

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

Moran had suppressed it for twelve years.

Today, it finally burst free, as he confessed his love to the woman he loved.

This was the romance every man ought to have.

It was as though it had taken root.

This longing could no longer be stopped.

Once he understood that he had fallen in love with her, it became increasingly difficult to hide those feelings.

"I love you, Medusa.

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

It was a fatal arrow that pierced her heart.

With piercing Gorgon's heart as its destined result, how could she possibly withstand an arrow of such genuine feeling?

That hope she should never have held rose to the surface.

"Moran... I love you too."

A tear slid down Medusa's cheek.

Hated and slandered by humans and even gods all her life, she had now found her own love for the first time.

Ah, she had fallen in love with this man.

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

"Medusa..."

Then, as though to prove his feelings.

Moran took the lead and guided Medusa into action.

The silver moon was as beautiful as a relief carving, or a work of glass art.

The moonlight it cast down was as sacred as a blessing.

Beneath its radiance, their figures gradually overlapped.

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