What to Do When You're Too Popular? 2/5

The second blissful encounter completely drained Ares's boundless energy. The God of War kissed his lover's blushing, beautiful cheeks, whispered some sweet nothings, and then left contentedly.

Having thoroughly enjoyed herself with the strong and vigorous young wolfhound, Aphrodite lay lazily on her side on the bed, her mind drifting back to the past.

Zeus brought her back to Olympus and, with her power, conquered many goddesses, achieving a decisive victory in the New and Old God Wars.

However, even so, the man was still not satisfied and harassed her repeatedly, even trying to force her to submit.

Furthermore, the faint anger and hostility emanating from Hera behind Zeus also chilled her to the bone.

By virtue of her divine authority and her vigilance, she repeatedly evaded Zeus's pursuit and preserved herself, but at the same time, she nearly exhausted the patience of this King of Gods.

Moreover, the jealous Queen of Heaven also began to see her as a thorn in her side and a threat to her power, making her situation extremely difficult.

Soon after, Hephaestus, the child abandoned by Hera, came to her door. In his anger, he used a golden throne he had made to imprison the queen of the Queen of Heaven.

In order to escape her predicament, Hera actually promised to marry her to her ugly, lame son!

That bastard Zeus actually went along with it, using himself as a bargaining chip to quell the unrest on Olympus.

She held love in her hands, yet in the end, she didn't walk down the aisle for love—a truly ironic twist.

But you have insulted love, and you will pay the price for it!

At that time, Aphrodite secretly vowed to take revenge on Zeus and Hera.

Therefore, she cursed the couple by inheriting the power of Eros, the god of lust, from the five original gods, and the blood of Uranus, the Sky God.

The great King of Gods Zeus, though incredibly powerful, constantly pursued lust, incurring a series of sins and ultimately digging his own grave!

Hera, driven by jealousy, will also be consumed by jealousy, needing to keep a close eye on her unfaithful husband and never finding peace in her marriage!

Years later, whenever Aphrodite recalls the chaotic scene on Mount Olympus, she feels a surge of pleasure, her face beaming with a sense of vengeful satisfaction.

But that's not enough!

Aphrodite's previous experience of being caught and humiliated by Hephaestus, Zeus, and other gods after having an affair with Ares instilled in her a strong sense of crisis.

Only by standing at the highest point can one avoid the humiliation of the past.

Since men conquer women by conquering the world, then women should take control of the world and their own destiny by conquering men!

The goddess of love and beauty tapped rhythmically on the headboard with her right hand, her fingers like jade shoots, while her left hand lovingly caressed her exquisite cheek, lost in thought.

Although he had tamed the little wolf with his charm, his foundation was still too weak. He needed to make some plans for him, cultivate his power, or further remove obstacles.

By the way, the Queen of Amazons could be put to good use.

Just then, Aphrodite's heart skipped a beat, and a mysterious voice entered her mind. She listened intently for a moment, and then a smile bloomed on her face.

It's interesting that a descendant of the Poseidon, God of the Sea, is praying to me.

In that case, let's make a deal, little guy.

However, you must remember to pay off the debt; the price of love can be very high.

Cupid raised his hand and gestured, and the pink mist condensed into three golden apples, which then turned into streams of light and flew down to a simple altar in the mortal realm.

Ah, Golden Apple, the Earth Authority.

Hera, whatever you want, you can forget about getting it.

After solidifying her powers into the unique form of Golden Apple and making a small joke, Aphrodite revealed a wicked smile.

A wave of weariness washed over her, and the goddess, like a cat in the afternoon sun, lay comfortably on the bed, her body still flushed, taking a nap.

Meanwhile, in the capital of Arcadia, Heracles, standing on the stands, glanced at the bustling crowds on the street, mostly young men, and the long queue in front of a certain door, and couldn't help but shake his head.

"You rushed all the way to Arcadia just for this, a ridiculous marriage proposal that's a life-or-death gamble?"

"I'll just take a look..."

Samael, his thoughts exposed, coughed dryly and his eyes darted around.

Heracles raised his hand and stroked his chin, pondering for a moment, then surprisingly showed a hint of eagerness.

"Then why not go to Sparta? I remember Helen and the others invited you. That girl seems to have a crush on you. If you're interested, I can help you find a match."

Samael hurriedly shook his head, made up an excuse, and refused his "cousin's" offer.

If Heracles were to take this seriously, given the Hercules's prestige and connections in Sparta, his marriage to Helen would be virtually guaranteed.

"Oh, so you don't like the frail type? Then this girl next to you is fine too. She's good-looking, healthy, and can bear children. Why don't you consider her?"

Hercules pointed to Hippolyta beside him, and the unabashed discussion made the Amazon Queen stiffen and feel uncomfortable.

Since resolving some of his inner conflicts, Heracles has lost his former melancholy. He is more carefree and relaxed in his interactions with Samael, and can't help but offer heartfelt advice in the tone of someone who has been through it all.

"Those who cannot outrun others should be executed. This Princess clearly does not want to get married and hopes to scare away suitors. Why do you have to get involved in Arcadia's mess?"

Faced with Heracles's questioning, Samael was both amused and exasperated, and could only tell the whole truth.

"The leader of the women who participated in the Calydonian Hunt was the daughter that the King Arcadia had found. She had sworn to serve the goddess Artemis with her pure body, so naturally she was unwilling to get married."

I'm here to win the competition and give her the freedom to choose.

Heracles, upon hearing this, suddenly understood, but before he could speak, Hippolyta, standing beside him, solemnly patted Samael on the shoulder, her expression approving and quite interested.

"Yes, Theseus, you are a hero who respects us women. I have a feeling you will get along well with the Amazons, so how about coming back to the tribe with me?"

"Thank you for the compliment, but I must decline!"

Samael rolled his eyes and snorted, then asked weakly in return.

"By the way, why are you still here?"

Given his and Heracles' strength, the tails of the Amazons following behind them had long been exposed.

Even their connection with Hippolyta was deliberately orchestrated by Samael and Hippolyta.

However, after the exchange, this Amazon Queen actually stayed there and refused to leave.

"There are still many things I don't understand about the breeding plan, and I need to ask you for advice."

Hippolyta answered methodically, then habitually pulled out a parchment to ask further questions.

"Big sister, please spare me. There's plenty of time later. Can you please stop following me now?"

Samael was on the verge of tears and begged for mercy repeatedly.

"Why?"

Hippolyta tilted her head and asked, her face full of confusion.

"Because I'm looking for a spouse, do you understand?! Taking you there would be like slapping the Arcadia royal family in the face! No matter who wins or loses, the boss will kill me!"

Samael complained with a melancholy expression, feeling quite helpless about this tail that insisted on sticking to him.