Your Foster Father Is Amazing!

With a crisp sound, the ancient serpent tossed the few remaining divine cores it had pried from the groove onto the ground, then smiled and waved at the pitch-black Sorcery Array.

Tsk tsk, when Enkidu and Gilgamesh were fighting, this scumbag goddess didn't dare to say a word. It seems that she was taught a bad lesson for forcibly breaking into the Treasury of Babylon.

Well, it's another day in a good mood.

Samael stretched, then pulled Medusa up and headed out.

"So, are you happy to receive this special coming-of-age gift?"

The ancient serpent felt the warmth of the sunlight, stretched its arms to loosen its muscles, and breathed in the fragrance of the morning earth. Medusa chuckled and asked.

"Yes, tonight was the best night I've ever had."

Medusa nodded seriously, her face tense, and then, catching Samael off guard, she pressed her blood-stained cherry lips to the ancient serpent's forehead.

"It's just a small token of my gratitude."

After a moment, she turned her head back, her tall and slender figure feigning composure, her voice suppressed and cold, while her earlobes, hidden beneath her purple hair, were already flushed with an intoxicating blush.

"Yes, I understand. Good morning kiss, good morning kiss, life needs a little ritual."

The ancient snake touched the damp spot on its forehead with a sense of loss, its gaze lingering on the proud curves of her breasts, and couldn't help but tease her.

"Tsk, little Anna has grown up, in every sense of the word..."

Medusa recalled the questions her female friends had asked her most last night, questions that concerned her. Her previously maintained aloof demeanor crumbled, and her pretty face turned bright red.

Biting her cherry lips with her pearly teeth, she glared at Samael with hatred, and then a strange sense of shame and inferiority welled up in the goddess.

For the Three Goddesses Gorgon goddesses, physical growth and development is precisely proof that their divinity and immortality are incomplete and need to be filled.

Having been repeatedly criticized by her two older sisters, Medusa inferiority complex.

"Silly girl, be confident, hold your head high, stand tall, this is a talent that many people envy."

The ancient snake stepped forward and gently patted the little girl's shoulder, its face serious.

"But my sisters..."

Medusa's expression softened slightly, but she still seemed somewhat insecure.

"Tch, don't listen to them. Euryale and Stheno, those two flat-chested bastards, are the ones who are disgracing the Serpent Mother's legacy!"

"And the Nymph also said..."

"Don't you see what those little dragonflies look like? You can't even feel a pound of flesh on their bodies!"

Samael, his expression indignant, retorted righteously and sternly.

Old perverts should be open and honest. What's wrong with the Warriors liking big breasts?

At the same time, in order to curb this unhealthy trend from the flat-chested faction and protect rare resources, the ancient snake did not hesitate to sacrifice its own family for the greater good.

"The rumors were spread by Athena! This girl herself is underdeveloped; this is purely out of jealousy!"

Click!

Just as some "open and honest" old pervert stood in front of Medusa, defending that aesthetic high ground, a crisp vibrato came from somewhere behind.

The ancient serpent stiffly turned its head and was shocked to see a Goddess of Wisdom, who had just gotten up and was wearing a light veil, smiling brightly as she broke off a dry branch in her hand outside the entrance of her main cave.

The crisp echo sent a chill down Samael's spine; he could vaguely hear the cracking sound of a bone breaking.

Ancient Serpent recalled the suggestive words he had used when he was having sex with Medusa, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

One night... a secret room... growth... a farewell kiss...

There's also the theme of sacrificing family for the greater good, and some complaints about development...

How many landmines did I just step on? I think I've lost count...

As Athena watched Samael approach with a twisted smile, his heart pounded and his body stiffened.

He now has only two thoughts: to leave a complete corpse and to avoid being humiliated.

"Going for a walk? What a coincidence, good morning."

"It's almost lunchtime. Would you like to stay for the meal? Although we haven't prepared your utensils or a seat, I'll try to make arrangements."

However, to everyone's surprise, the Goddess of Wisdom showed no intention of interrogating or feeling ashamed of having her past misdeeds exposed. Instead, she smiled and extended a warm invitation.

A commanding presence that makes a powerful first impression!

This subtle yet sharp edge impressed Samael, who secretly shrank back and took a step back.

"No, if I want to eat it, Samael will make it especially for me."

Medusa responded in a cool, indifferent voice.

Brilliant! That's a move that turns the tables!

The ancient snake nodded to itself, then its gaze shifted downwards, and its lips twitched.

But could you please let go of my hand first?

"There's no way around it, that's how we treat guests in our family. We can't let ourselves suffer than let our guests suffer. That's how he taught me since I was little."

So even though we had already undressed and gone to bed last night, Samael, no matter how unwilling, still had to get out of bed to entertain a visitor.

Athena blinked her purple eyes, drawing ever closer to Medusa, bursting into her restricted area, and covering her lips with a soft laugh as they faced each other.

"However, although the host's kindness is not expected to be reciprocated, not all guests are aware of this."

Some people take advantage of an opportunity...

Ah, of course, I'm not talking about you...

I just like to trouble my host family with their work...

Then, the Goddess of Wisdom paused, her gaze softened, and her smile became sweet.

"It's different with family. I'll cook whatever Samael wants to eat."

Samael's expression was strange, and his gaze secretly swept over Athena's body repeatedly.

You can cook? You've cooked before? So well-behaved? How come I didn't know?

So, this is called following the guest's lead, sowing discord, making veiled accusations, and fabricating something out of nothing.

Good heavens, a four-hit combo in one move.

The ancient serpent secretly grumbled to himself, once again reassessing Athena's combat prowess, and suddenly felt that he had a worthy successor in the art of verbal sparring.

However, could you also take your hand away?

Samael looked at his other hand, which was also tightly bound, and the bruised and purple skin, and felt like crying but had no tears.

If it's a battle between experts, then we shouldn't bother with him, right?

You guys keep chatting, I'll go eat first, is that not allowed?

"You had to sleep with me last night and then entertain uninvited guests this morning, it must have been exhausting. I'll cover breakfast today..."

Just as the ancient serpent was feeling resentful and grumbling, Athena gently raised her head, her gaze tender, and half of her delicate body pressed against Samael's chest.

In an instant, the Goddess of Wisdom looked at Medusa with a smile, as if she were extremely considerate.

"By the way, didn't you want to go somewhere? Do you need me to show you the way to the Arima's Cave?"

As she pondered, Athena exerted a slight force with her fingers, pulling the entrance to Samael Cave, a triumphant look appearing in her eyes.

Hmph, coming into my house, taking my plates, eating my food, and even stealing my things? It's not that easy!

However, the delicate hand on Samael's arm remained motionless, and her previously drooping face now held an indescribable fighting spirit.

"That's true. Samael abandoned you to throw a birthday party just for me. It must have been really tough for him."

"I feel bad for troubling him so much. I can't be ungrateful, so I'll just make him breakfast as a return gift."

Medusa leaned closer, whispering in Athena's ear, a slight smile playing on her lips, her voice carrying a hint of pleasure in her nasal tone, showcasing her superb skill in stirring up trouble.

Hmm, you're really good at raising cats!

Faced with this provocative whisper, Athena's breath hitched, her teeth chattered, and veins bulged on her forehead; she nearly broke down.

It's broken! It's broken! It's broken!

Samael, standing in the center, looked at his arm, which was almost twisted into a pretzel, and felt like crying.

It feels like both of them have awakened some incredible hidden attribute.