'This bitch! This bitch!'
That's all was in his mind as he approached the portal to the goddamned goddess's world. He was feeling a need to punch someone increasing with each second that passed. He was angry that she had for the second time threatened to take away his erection.
"Beauty Goddess, what was that?" He asked as he pushed his way through the portal, wandering his eyes across the empty expanse.
Surprisingly, the goddess was not near the bed. Her usual spot to welcome him.
Edmund was expecting her to be naked, waiting for him near the bed with a lustful smile on her face. At least that was according to how badly she might have wanted him to even disrupt his moment with Peony. However, the goddess was somewhere else.
She was sitting on a chair on the raised platform near the table where the glass with vermilion liquid lay. Even her back was facing Edmund, busy with her quill and without any plan to come down and welcome him the usual way.
