Chapter 96 - MELONS! [Slightly R-18]

Chapter 96: Chapter 96 - MELONS! [Slightly R-18]

The next morning, Vincent’s eyes fluttered open, finding himself blissfully sandwiched between his two Goddesses.

The very first thing his eyes focused on was Deina’s generous breasts – she had his head cradled firmly against her plush chest. Behind him, Natasha was glued tightly to his back with her leg wrapping around his thigh and her arms hooked around his waist.

’Heh... man, I really am the luckiest guy in the multiverse... Hehe... Hehehehe~’

"... Hehehe..."

Unbeknownst to him, his giddy laugh wasn’t quite internal.

"Mmm..."

Deina let out a sleepy hum. Her golden eyes slowly fluttered open, looking down at his brown-haired head nestled against her chest. An affectionate smile bloomed across her flushed face.

"Good morning, my sweet Little Bird. Did you sleep well?"

"Heheh– Huh? O-Oh, yeah I did. Good morning. How are you feeling?"

"I feel wonderful..." Deina whispered, leaning her face down. " And I would feel better if my handsome birdy gave me a proper morning kiss."

Vincent smiled, shifting slightly to give what she asked for.

Mid-kiss, however, the arm wrapped around his waist from behind suddenly slid downward past his hip and firmly cupped his fully erect morning wood, giving it a slow stroke.

Vincent’s eyes flew open. He broke the kiss with Deina and snapped his head backward.

Natasha was looking up at him with a wicked smirk playing on her lips.

"Well, well... Look how lively he is today... I’m glad to see you’re feeling better, V. Back to your confident self, I see."

"Refreshed doesn’t even cover it, Nat."

"Oh?"

"Let me prove it to you."

In a split second, Vincent rolled over and pinned Natasha under the blankets beneath him. He dived straight into her neck, devouring her smooth skin with love bites.

"Ah! V– wait, haha!" Natasha giggled, her hands gripping his shoulders as his lips trailed down her collarbone. "I just– ahahaha! I just woke up, you idiot– ah! ...Mnnnh..."

Her playful giggles slowly dissolved into breathy moans as Vincent’s hands slid down her waist, pulling her flush against him.

"V... mnh~ right there..." Her legs naturally wrapped around his hips. "You’re... ah... so energetic this morning..."

Beside them, Deina let out a teasing laugh, propping her head up on her elbow as she watched them with heavy golden eyes.

"Oh my, Commander... for someone who was so aggressive last night, you certainly didn’t put up much of a fight."

"S-Shut up, Dee... a-ah! Ahn~ Hah~ Hah~ Ngh~ " Natasha whimpered, throwing her head back against the pillow as Vincent began thrusting inside her.

As she watched the blankets move, Deina’s eyes sparkled with a sudden surge of jealousy. Pouting her lips, she crawled inside. "Hey! Don’t leave me out, Vinny!"

....

An hour later, the three of them were soaring through the clear, high skies of the Divine Realm.

With Maribelle’s island just coming into view in the far distance, Natasha abruptly halted her flight.

"V, I have to head straight to the military HQ. Duties piled up while I was away on Earth."

"Right now?"

"Don’t give that look... Duty calls," Natasha smiled softly. "When will you be back from Pristina?"

Vincent mentally calculated. "Well, the Academy Gala takes place tonight to expose the one who put a hit out on Maelle. I estimate two days – three tops if there’s an aftermath or loose ends to clean up."

"That so? Then I’ll see you then." Natasha hovered forward through the air, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to his cheek. "Stay safe out there. And say hi to Mari for me."

"Will do."

With a powerful flap of her wings, Natasha veered to the right, streaking across the sky toward her home first.

Deina paused as well, pointing toward the floating islands to the left. "I’m heading home first too. I must head to the military too, Vinny. Natasha is technically my boss and I took days off with her."

A flicker of lingering worry crossed Vincent’s face. He hesitated, remembering her emotional breakdown days prior. "Dee... are you sure you’re okay? If you still feel anxious about me leaving–"

She gently took both of his hands in hers, interrupting his worry.

In a deeply poignant, emotional moment, she swallowed her anxieties and looked directly into his eyes, putting on a brave and utterly radiant smile for him.

"I’m fine, Vinny," Deina reassured him with unshakeable conviction. "I am no longer the fake Goddess hiding her feelings behind a mask. I am going to stand tall, work hard, and be strong for you... and for our future family."

Vincent’s heart swelled with profound emotion. He pulled her close, sharing a romantic kiss amidst the high winds.

When they parted, Deina squeezed his hands one last time, let go, and turned toward the left – flying off with a newfound resolve that warmed his soul.

...

Soon after, Vincent touched down softly in the backyard mini-garden of his mother’s estate.

Near the stone patio, Eugene was stubbornly practicing breathing fire at a set of wooden target dummies.

*Puff... burp!*

A pathetic spark popped out of his snout, doing nothing more than tickling the wood.

"DAMMIT!"

Spotting Vincent landing nearby, the little dragon’s eyes went wide. He waddled over as fast as his stubby legs could carry him and pointed a claw furiously at his face.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN, BLUEY?! Oh, that’s right! Maribelle told me! You went to the BEACH! WITHOUT ME?! Do you have any idea how many sexy goddess babes I could have pulled with my majestic dragon charm?!"

"No offense... but you weren’t even on my mind for a single second."

"YOU... YOU HEARTLESS MONSTER! I WAS STRANDED HERE WITH YOUR CRAZY MAMA WHILE YOU WERE LIVING THE HAREM DREAM!"

"Rip bozo."

"What’s all this noise about~?"

Maribelle glided out from the terrace. The moment she caught sight of her son, an explosive smile broke across her face.

"BABY~!!"

She swept forward and pulled Vincent into a smothering motherly hug. "Welcome back, my sweet Vinny! So? How was your day off with your ’two lovely lovers’~?"

"Haha. It had its fair share of ups and downs, Mama."

A short while later, the two sat at the outdoor garden table over a pot of warm tea, while Eugene sat on the table aggressively chewing a berry. Vincent caught his mother up on everything – learning how to buff others with the need of direct contact, the trip to Haven Beach, the encounter with Bron’s recruit, and his eventual defeat.

"GAHAHAHA!" Eugene exploded into obnoxious laughter, rolling on his back on the table. "YOU GOT YOUR ASS KICKED BY SOME ’RECRUIT’?! OH, THAT IS PRICELESS! THE GREAT DEMIGOD IS A LOSER! WAAAHAHAHA–"

"Shut up, lizard."

Flick!

"OW!"

Eugene tumbled off the table.

Maribelle, however, didn’t laugh. Her eyes narrowed into a motherly frown filled with genuine concern as she reached across the table to hold his hand. "Are you alright, baby? Are you hurt anywhere?"

"I’m fine, Mama. Honestly... that loss was a necessary wake-up call for me. I was getting cocky. But thanks to Natasha and Deina, I’m mentally grounded, my wounds are completely healed, and I now have a clear goal to unlock my own true power."

Maribelle looked deeply into his clear eyes. Seeing the unshakeable resolve within him, she let out a relieved sigh, smiling proudly. "You truly have grown into a fine man, Vinny."

Later that afternoon, Vincent sat cross-legged on a stone platform in the garden, meditating peacefully. Nearby, Eugene was flapping his tiny wings, attempting to hover higher than he ever could into the sky.

Which was not high at all.

Suddenly, the ambient wind shifted.

THUD.

A disciplined landing echoed across the grass.

Eugene noticed the newcomer first. He stopped flapping, squinting his eyes as he pointed a claw. "INTRUDER! DIE!"

He spat a tiny fireball into the dirt, accomplishing nothing.

The newcomer snickered softly at the dragon and calmly walked into the garden.

It was the midnight-blue-haired recruit from the beach. He was dressed in a pristine, full-white Divine Garrison uniform, his long braid resting neatly over his shoulder.

Maribelle stepped out and stood in front of him. Her blue eyes narrowed at the youth with a cool, terrifying, and fiercely protective maternal intensity. "What are you doing here? Who allowed a garrison soldier onto my private grounds?"

The recruit stopped, bowing his head respectfully toward the Goddess. "Greetings, Lady Maribelle. I am here looking for Vincent Winters."

Vincent stopped meditating and stood up calmly from his platform in the middle of the pond. He flew in front of his mother and locked his eyes onto the recruit.

"I’m right here. What are you doing at my home? Haven’t had enough fun yesterday?"

The recruit clicked his tongue in mild annoyance, crossing his arms over his white uniform. "Don’t get the wrong idea, demigod. I didn’t want to be here either. But Commander Natasha arrived at the barracks this morning and... forced me to come by and formally apologise for my behavior on the beach."

"Nat did that? Well, that was unnecessary. We fought, I lost. It is what it is. No apology needed."

The recruit raised an eyebrow as a subtle glint of approval flickered in his eyes. "Hmph. I appreciate your attitude toward defeat. Most mortals from the lower realms would be throwing a bitter tantrum."

Vincent stared at him, raising his own eyebrow. "Okay... we’re done. Why are you still here? Skedaddle."

"Heh. Hold on now. I have something else to give you before I leave."

"And what’s that?"

"My name. I told you yesterday that if you wanted to know my name, you had to earn it. You didn’t win the duel, demigod... but you earned my respect, at least. "My name is Roosevelt."

"Vincent. But I guess you already knew that."

"... Commander Natasha mentioned you’re leaving for the lower mortal realm today. For some political farce."

"It’s not a farce. My partner needs me."

Beside them, Maribelle intensified her glaring at Roosevelt. Though, the two young men just ignored her.

"That right? Hmph, whatever. Train harder, Vincent," Roosevelt taunted with a smirk. "Because at this rate, if you slack off, I’ll steal Commander Natasha away from you."

Vincent didn’t fall for the obvious taunt. Instead, a confident smirk broke across his face. "Don’t go crying when I catch up to you, Roosevelt. Just so you know, for now... you’re my goal."

"I’m your goal? Ha! Get in line, demigod. There are dozens of veteran divine beings I’ve put in the dirt who are still chasing after me."

They stared at each other for a long, silent moment, a competitive spark igniting between them. Vincent extended his right hand forward for a handshake.

Roosevelt raised an eyebrow, let out an amused breath, and reached out to grip Vincent’s hand firmly. Both young men squeezed tightly, acknowledging their new rivalry.

Meanwhile, Maribelle moved to the opposite side and continued to stare intently at Roosevelt with a deeply suspicious, unblinking glare.

The sheer intensity of her gaze finally made him uncomfortable. He broke the handshake and turned to look at her nervously. "L-Lady Maribelle...? Is there something wrong?"

Without saying a single word, Maribelle suddenly stepped behind him, and in one swift motion, she grabbed both sides of his pristine white military jacket and forcibly pulled it open.

RIP-SNAP!

The buttons popped off.

BOING~

To everyone’s mind-blowing shock – a pair of unbelievably generous breasts spilled out from beneath the open tunic.

Vincent’s jaw hit the grass. Eugene, perched on Vincent’s shoulder, bugged his eyes out until they nearly popped out of his skull.

Both of them stared down at the glorious chest bouncing in the glorious afternoon light.

"""HOLY MELONS!!!"""

"EEEEEEEEK!!!!!!"

Roosevelt let out a high-pitched, embarrassed shriek. She slammed her hands over her chest as her face exploded into a shade of violent crimson. "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT, YOU UNCOUTH PERVERTS?!"

Before Vincent could even comprehend the mind-shattering revelation that the military academy’s top prodigy, the one who beat his ass, was actually an impossibly stacked girl—

SHEEN

The Familiar crest on his neck flared as Maelle began to summon him.

"WAIT! HOLD ON! SHE’S A GIRL?! WHAT THE FU–"

"I’LL KILL YOU!"

In a flash of light, Vincent and Eugene vanished from the Divine Realm, leaving behind a screaming, red-faced female prodigy and a thoroughly satisfied Maribelle.