Chapter 171 – Life Is Wrong (8)
Shoot it
It is raining.
The man walked aimlessly and arrived in front of the temple.
“…”
All I had was some olives and copper coins.
Originally, he should have had a lot of gold that could not be compared with these copper coins, but he is currently on a penance trip back to his hometown.
It’s not long before we return to our hometown.
He doesn’t have much money left, but he has one wish.
He wants to hug a woman even once before he returns to his original self his.
To be precise, I really want to hug a woman who is so pretty that it would be okay to die while having sex with this woman.
To be honest, I want to try it once with a goddess-level beautiful woman.
Any man would have this feeling, and the man came here to see if any rumors were true or not.
“Temple of Dionysus.”
The god of pleasure, orgies, and ‘alcohol’.
Thanks to the alcohol she developed, her world her really changed a lot.
There were also those who succeeded in confessing after drinking her alcohol and getting drunk.
She drank and got drunk and did something she wouldn’t normally do, and then she died.
There were also people who drank and got drunk and did things they shouldn’t do as heads of households.
Others, drunk and drunk, committed mad acts against the greatest gods of Greece.
She said she had been drinking, so there was no forgiveness as she was said to have mentally clouded her judgment of her.
It’s all just what he was thinking and what he did.
The gods don’t really say anything about drinking alcohol in a healthy way.
Rather, alcohol is encouraged, and festivals are held everywhere, hoping to pay tribute to the gods.
With the advent of alcohol, bad things definitely happened one by one, but it seemed that there were more cases of good things happening to mankind due to alcohol.
“…Ugh.”
The man had already come with a drink.
He wasn’t really trying to get drunk, and he wasn’t trying to be brave.
Because it was so cold.
The cold of mid-winter was harsh for weak humans, and they could barely overcome the bitter cold by warming their stomachs with alcohol.
And thanks to that little drink, the man was able to open the door and go inside.
“Welcome.”
Click click click.
“Welcome to Dionysus’ temple. I am Dionysus’ apostle, Orpheus.”
“Orpheus… Apostle?”
“Yes. Dionysus takes good care of me, and I am mixing alcohol here.”
Click click click.
Orpheus had two iron cups in his hands.
He kept shaking the two cups, and as the man listened closely, the liquid inside was shaking.
“That…”
“Alcohol. A very special drink. The best god of Olympus, Zeus, called it ‘cocktail’.”
“Cocktail…?”
“I don’t know the details either. Whether it’s nectar, ambrosia, something like that, or a name that only Zeus knows.”
Click click click.
“Anything that makes people feel good and drunk is good. You’re here for a drink, so I’ll give you one.”
“Uh, I have money…”
“This place doesn’t charge people who come for a drink.”
Can you drink alcohol without money?
The man let out a sigh of relief.
But why are there no people when you can have free alcohol?
Because it’s a temple?
“Instead, you should have it every time you make a new cocktail.”
“…Are you trying to test me?”
“It’s like that.”
“Well…”
The man stroked his chin and tilted his head.
If you eat wrong here, you may feel upset or open the door to the underworld, but isn’t it said that those who take on the challenge are beautiful?
“Okay. I’ll try it.”
“Here it is.”
Shoot it
“…Well.”
Fruit wine.
Basically, like all alcohol, the fragrance of fruit goes in, but this alcohol seemed a little special.
“What is this?”
“Pina Colida. A cocktail developed by the god Zeus himself.”
“Five…?”
This is interesting.
Beyond interest, I can’t help but drink.
Back home, at the end of the trip, you can confidently answer the question of those who ask what you drank in the temple of Dionysus.
He said he drank the cocktail of the god Zeus.
“But it seems to be sweeter than I thought…”
“Originally, they said they were going to put something else in. But they had no choice but to use golden apples.”
“Five…”
Golden apples.
The golden sparkling apples have a fairly high sugar content, so many people eat them in their hometown.
“To make a drink out of that…”
“Nothing is impossible for the great god Zeus.”
“Hoo.”
Nothing is impossible.
I was about to say something, but I held back.
Dionysus is the daughter of Zeus.
Of course, saying a word about the god Zeus here can lead to an insult to the god Zeus, and if that happens, not only one man will perish, but the man’s country can perish along with the man.
“You’ve had blasphemous thoughts.”
“…What?”
“I’m a demigod. I can’t tell you whose son I am, but what you think is extremely dangerous.”
“Um… Am I going to the underworld now?”
“No. It’s natural for humans to have doubts about gods. Gods prove themselves by showing overwhelming power to humans.”
“Sorry to have doubts. Great Zeus. Only, only I…”
Maybe it’s because I’m drunk on cocktails?
“…I just want to have sex with a woman as beautiful as a goddess.”
The words she had been holding inside of her came out of nowhere.
Words cannot be taken back once they are spoken, and the man unknowingly bit his lip at the words he said.
A woman as beautiful as a goddess.
Depending on the interpretation, this can lead to disrespect for the goddess.
“I understand. All men want to have sex with beautiful women.”
“What can I do if I pray to the god Dionysus?”
“Of course.”
“Then.”
The man put his hands together and buried his head.
“Dionysus, the great god of wine. A lowly human begs you earnestly. Please let me meet and have sex with the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“Well…”
Orpheus stroked his chin lightly.
“I dare say this, but how about ‘love’ rather than sex?”
“Love?”
“Yes. Sex is love. What do you think?”
“…”
The man was blank and he said nothing.
Orpheus smiled lightly as he prepared another cocktail.
“Sex is fleeting, but love is forever. And if she lives with the woman she loves, sex will last forever.”
“…Ah, that’s right. Sex is love…!!”
“Yes. Having sex for love.”
The man nodded as if possessed.
But he soon realized why he had come to this temple.
“But I want to have sex right now.”
“I see. That’s also the natural will of man. I respect it. Then can you have sex with a non-human being?”
“A non-human being?”
“Yes. Not a human, but a very beautiful being. A beauty who might even be more beautiful than a goddess.”
“Go, it’s possible!”
The man became desperate.
“I can shove your cock right now!”
“Then, drink a full glass of this and go inside.”
The wine Orpheus handed over had a rather bright green color, but the man emptied the glass at once.
“Keuuu, huuuuu…”
The man pounded his burning insides and staggered in the direction Orpheus was moving.
It seemed that the front was shaking a little, and it seemed that a vision could be seen ahead.
“I think so.”
“Ah…!”
But the woman in front of her was so beautiful.
The blonde woman was so attractive and voluptuous that I wondered if Venus, the goddess of beauty, would be like this if she were here.
“Have a good time.”
Profit.
As Orpheus closes the door, the man approaches the woman as if possessed.
“Sex.”
Hit the woman
* * *
“I’m a little sorry.”
I swept my hand and transformed into my original form.
I only called myself by a name I knew moderately, but the existence of Orpheus was a transformation of me, Zeus.
“I envy you. That you can shake your waist so wildly even against an illusion.”
The man who entered the room was shaking his waist against the air.
He shook his back hard against the imaginary woman he thought was too beautiful, and I made him a drink.
Bomb week.
He became so drunk that he didn’t even know what he was getting himself into.
Inside, there is an object with an effect similar to the perfume created by Aphrodite, which, when synergized with alcohol, drives people crazy as if they are having a dream.
In reality, it’s just shooting in the air, but what if we let it be enjoyed even in a drunken dream?
“I’ll have to prepare a story for the next person.”
Now this is the end.
There are definitely people who come, but there are people who want to find it.
Now it’s time to prepare another story.
A story to hear over a glass of wine.
Like a story in a fairy tale, like a story in a myth.
A story to share slowly over a glass of wine overnight.
“What kind of story would you like?”
The story of how a woman named Arachne dared to be arrogant with Athena?
The story of a woman who was punished and imprisoned for drunken sex in a temple?
The story of the poor man who loves gold so much that he asks for everything he touches to be made of gold, and then gets banned from having sex?
I do not know.
Step by step, if you pile up one by one, the day will come when you can solve it.
“Until then.”
Someday.
Until that day comes.
“Sex.”
