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Chapter 7 - "Punishment"

Arthur stood over Cleopatra with a certain dominance and a sensation that now, yes, he could devour the world without anyone stopping him—a feeling of assured ecstasy, something that made him see himself above that Divine being.

His position confirmed it. He now found himself on top of her, gripping her by the neck. It wasn't a strong grip, which made the young man wonder.

Why isn't she making any effort to break free?

Of course, she had tried to hypnotize him again, and of course, she continued looking at him with a certain displeasure in her gaze. But Arthur sensed more than that.

Cleopatra could make a physical effort to escape from his grasp—in fact, Arthur was certain that she was physically much, much stronger than him.

But there she was, with that almost forced look of annoyance to avoid showing other things that hid beneath her face, her face flushed with... anger?

Perhaps not. This was silent consent.

Arthur licked his lips and released his hand from Cleopatra's neck. She remained stunned for a moment, as if a thousand ideas had emerged from her head simultaneously, but she didn't get up immediately. She just stayed there, looking at the mortal with her eyes shining with something Arthur couldn't quite identify.

It was the first time he had seen a girl with that look, especially a goddess.

Cleopatra placed her elbows on the floor, now trying to get up.

"Damn you, you..."

Arthur took her chin gently and lifted it slightly while bringing his face to mere centimeters from Cleopatra's, staring directly into her eyes.

"Stay still," said the young man with authority, almost like an order.

Giving orders? To a goddess? Cleopatra thought to herself, with a certain anger inside.

But something within her felt wrong every time she looked into Arthur's eyes, at the mantle of stars that existed within them in the form of crowns.

She felt as if her will was not only being suppressed, but also overwhelmed by the mortal's. She simply obeyed and lay down on the ground once more.

"Well, I have to admit, for a bitch, you're a high-quality one," Arthur said while setting his eyes on Cleopatra's body. "The view is beautiful."

Cleopatra looked away, her cheeks flushed a deep pink, almost touching red. Cleopatra's body was in underwear, a kind of aquamarine swimsuit that only managed to cover the important parts of her generous chest.

Now yes, her untanned parts were notable, almost shiny and very contrasting with most of her skin, which was brown. Her chest rose and fell with her agitated breathing, and swayed slightly with each heavy sigh between breaths.

Arthur wasn't explicitly focusing on this, although he had already cast a glance over Cleopatra's entire being. Nevertheless, he was ecstatic about other things.

Cleopatra had obeyed his order. Which for him symbolized that the goddess was surrendering to the will of a simple mortal. His orders, above her desires.

How wonderful, Arthur thought to himself.

Cleopatra shot him a nervous look, which then turned into a clumsy pout, in an attempt to recover her angry and imposing demeanor. But she simply looked at the young man with an expression that boosted his ego even more.

"Hey mortal, what are you going to do to me?" Cleopatra said while looking at Arthur with a blush and a certain shine in her eyes.

"You've behaved badly with me," Arthur said with a certain severity. "Someone like you deserves to be punished."

The young man brought his hands to the goddess's semi-bronzed chest, sinking them into it. The touch was smooth and elastic at the same time, firm but soft, on his fingers, a creamy sensation that remained when touching Cleopatra's skin.

"Uhmmm..." The goddess held back a sigh of pleasure while the young man explored her breasts with pure desire in his eyes.

Every time Arthur touched her, her skin bristled and became increasingly sensitive. The electric tingles on her breasts made Cleopatra become slightly aroused, her nipples beginning to harden.

Arthur lowered his hands from her chest and began to run them over the rest of Cleopatra's skin with a certain gentleness. Her abdomen, her generous curves, passing over her hips and finally her thighs.

No corner was left unexplored. The goddess, meanwhile, bit her lower lip, trying to hold back her expressions of sincerity that came unconsciously from her mouth from time to time, without her being able to avoid it.

A humid heat began to emerge from between her legs, something that accompanied Arthur's touch to a certain extent.

When the young man passed his hands near that place, the goddess shuddered slightly, deceived by her thoughts. But the young man didn't reach in, he simply contented himself with running his fingers and exploring near that area, avoiding it, as if he didn't want to give the Divine the pleasure. As if he knew that she was enjoying this.

Arthur raised his right hand, gently up the goddess's neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind, caressed her chin and grabbed it with a certain gentleness, but severity at the same time, showing his dominant touch.

He tilted Cleopatra's head gently upward, gradually bringing his face closer, slightly closing his eyes and opening his lips in the same manner.

Cleopatra swallowed, quickly thinking of something to avoid this situation, genuinely considering whether she was enjoying it.

But wait. Was she?

She had intentionally behaved badly with the mortal, treating him roughly and crudely as if he were a garbage bag. She had also decided to hypnotize him and make him her slave, although this was temporary.

But the first thing she did when she had him in her servitude was to order Arthur to give her a massage because her back hurt...?

It was a shameless lie. Rather, everything she had done had a shameless touch and always with a hidden second intention, one that she also hid from herself unconsciously.

It was clear that since she saw the mortal, he had awakened something in her, but she didn't know what, so she tried to repel it with her rudeness and arrogance, but she also wanted to know what it was, which is why she made him her slave.

But now. Was she enjoying this?

Oh, of course she was. Even though she tried to deny it to herself. She secretly enjoyed Arthur's caresses and attention. His touch drove her crazy, ignited her from within like nothing in the world.

Then she also brought her face closer and joined her lips to the mortal's and began to caress them against his desperately, as if she wanted to satisfy something with it.

On Arthur's part, it was clear that he was still inexperienced, and Cleopatra noticed it instantly. Nevertheless, his kiss was wet and sensual, something cloying that didn't even need to be disguised.

If the mortal is inexperienced, that's fine—let him learn under pressure. Her pressure.

Arthur couldn't help but roll his eyes upward from the powerful kiss the goddess was delivering to his lips. He tried to return it with interest, failing and succeeding on some occasions.

At that moment, the young man realized something in that instant, in that kiss that seemed to be devouring him. He learned that the pleasure was mutual, flowing from both sides. From both Cleopatra and himself.

When their lips finally separated, threads of saliva came from their lips, hanging between both their lips, as undeniable proof of their actions.

Cleopatra gasped with excitement while wrapping her legs around Arthur's waist, and the young man joined his lips with hers once more.

However, a thought crossed Arthur's mind, almost diabolical. A mischievous smile crossed his lips and he moved away from Cleopatra.

Leaving the goddess wanting another kiss. She looked at him surprised, with some anger in her expression.

"What...?" she said, confused between heavy gasps of excitement.

Arthur looked at her, smiling triumphantly.

"I told you, didn't I? This is a punishment."

Cleopatra frowned once more, this time more deeply, filled with genuine anger and surprise.

"You... Damn mortal!" she said while raising a hand.

However, at that moment, someone knocked on the room door and Arthur got up from the cushioned floor, pulling up his pants while Cleopatra watched stupefied as the mortal went to answer the door.

Arthur opened the apartment door, still with a flushed face.

"Errrmmm... Excuse me about this..."

Arthur raised an eyebrow at the unexpected and opportune visitor. A girl with long, curved hair, eyes the color of a ruby covered by shiny and impeccable glasses, on her face an expression of shyness came to the surface.

Much more so when the visitor noticed Arthur's state and cast a furtive glance inside the room, where Cleopatra was with a flushed face and letting out broken sighs.

"A-a-a-are you the student Arthur, right?" she said while her face blushed with embarrassment. "The mortal."

Arthur gave her a kind smile.

"Yes, that's me. How can I help you?"

The small girl looked at him through her long, dark eyelashes, arching her lips slightly, as if she were making a clumsy attempt to hide her expression.

"My name is Seshat, I'm the librarian of this residential pavilion. I'm here to guide you in finding the books you'll need for your future classes."

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