She asked indignantly:
"God..."
"Don't..."
"Don't you ever get tired?"
Didn't the saying go that only the ox could be worked to death, while the field could never be plowed to ruin?
Why did the script seem to have flipped here?
"Tired?"
"Zan Zan, you can't judge a god by human standards."
Haimo reached out a finger and gently tapped Sasamori Aya's forehead.
"And don't even try to challenge my authority when it comes to endurance."
"I am a god."
"The weight of those words isn't limited to my ability to grant you Falna."
"Even in Heaven, where the gods gather."
"There isn't a single god."
"Who dares challenge me in this regard."
"Or rather."
"No god challenges me anymore."
"But none of that matters now."
"Everything you've experienced."
"Was actually the result of me holding myself back and restraining myself as much as possible."
"Otherwise, do you really think."
"After truly enduring a god's fully unleashed passion."
"You could still be lying here in one piece, looking at me and talking?"
Chapter 86: The Ruined Field and the Unscathed Ox (Part Two)
"In one piece?"
Hearing Haimo's words, Sasamori Aya tugged at the corners of her mouth as though she had heard a joke.
However.
Just as Sasamori Aya tried to rise from the bed and display her usual commanding presence.
Reality was cruel.
The instant Sasamori Aya tried to exert strength through her waist.
"Hisss!!"
An aching numbness so intense she almost lost all sensation instantly spread through her entire body.
Sasamori Aya went limp. Halfway up, her body lost its support, and she fell back onto the soft bed.
Worse still-
Because the movement had been too large.
The thin velvet blanket that had barely covered the glimpse of her chest once again slid mercilessly down her