Chapter 233 – 227 – The Secret of the Night
As the length of the night increases, the pleasure also deepens.
Actually, I was curious about the feel of the depths of your thighs. It’s probably the same reason why you fumble and knead my back and chest like they’re unfamiliar objects.
We are constantly thinking about and committing things that we have never done to each other in the over twenty years that we have known each other. Traces of being bitten and sucked remain on each other’s skin.
We embraced each other over and over again. Before I knew it, I was sweating to the point where my blood had thickened. It seems as if the soul melts and blends into one within the skin.
I wish this perfect night would last forever. I want to live forever trapped in this silver moment reflected in the moon halo.
Ishtar, the god who protects the night, the moon, and all lovers, please do not let the sun rise.
However, despite desperate prayers, the dawn light shines cruelly.
And perhaps before the sun sets completely, we who have been impatiently coveting each other as much as we have waited will be the first to collapse from exhaustion.
You can’t hold on to the passing time. Even Ishtar, who transcended living things, only used all her remaining strength to go against the flow once.
All I can do is rejoice and be thankful for the moment I hold you.
Let’s be thankful for this moment. Also, let’s be thankful for everything that made this moment possible.
You and I have lived desperately. All our colleagues who fought for our well-being. All the rivals who cut our lives apart.
And… The residents of the city of Ishtaria.
Ten times is not enough. The ability of just one porter would not have been able to lift the huge sword that would tear apart the Supreme God.
That day, the day Thena was trapped with the demon god and despair. I was not the only one who sustained despair.
I, who was part of their time even just for a moment, was able to see the souls of the martyrs who followed me through time in my shadow.
Believers of noble love who gave up their lives in hopes of only one descendant.
If I had heard the inside story from the beginning, I probably would have rejected it. Even though he knew he didn’t have time, he might have resisted it out of fear.
High Priestess Meti, a terrible prophet and performer, deliberately did not speak.
About the terrifying spell that turns death into magical power.
A time when there was no aptitude for magic. A time when one had to sacrifice one’s soul as an equivalent in order to achieve a miracle.
Edin turning his heart into a magic tool is not even considered a terrible thing compared to Ishtaria’s decision.
The city of Ishtaria itself was a magic tool.
‘Of those who loved Ishtaria, only one, the chosen child, will survive.’
‘But that child will also face misfortune. He is the sheep of sheep who will offer himself as a burnt offering for the salvation of the world.
‘In order to remove that curse, I must sacrifice all of you who love me and will not leave even after knowing death…’
A terrible curse passed down by the god who taught love on earth through their high priest, Meti. Many believers were terrified and left the city screaming.
And at the same time, many people remained. They loved the city of love, and no matter what the object is, love is not something that can be easily changed just because it scares you.
If there is no use trying to force the affection away, isn’t it possible to escape from the prediction anyway? Then you will meet your fate with your beloved city.
They also believed that the god of affection had some will. Because the meaningful expression ‘salvation of the world’ was inserted in the prophecy.
However, they did not want to leave any children behind in the city. The reason they wanted to accept their fate was because it was different from imposing a fate of misfortune on their descendants.
And one day, death comes in the form of a demon. And the prophecy was just around the corner as the only evacuation cart that returned after an accident.
A newborn baby whose birth the bloody coachman somehow saved and whose birth everyone in the city rejoiced. Athens.
The tears of Meti, a respected woman, made further persuasion unnecessary.
Perhaps they could have escaped too late, but the people of Athens boldly accepted the sacrifice.
A future they cannot even see and are not sure about. For only one narrow path.
And for the city’s last descendants, who will throw themselves into the flames to make that future possible.
‘The Fragaria of this era looks very sweet.’
Supporting Thena’s arms holding the despair, I heard the whisper of Meti supporting my arms.
I heard the whispers of all the Athenians who followed me, dissolved in the tears I drank.
‘I’m glad I found out.’
‘Now people call it strawberry. Tena loves it. ‘I don’t know if it’s because she looks like you.
‘···Even if we die, dance remains. Ishtariah died, but Ishtarbon remained. I’m in the position of a ghost who can’t dance anymore, but is it okay if I try to be a little more greedy? I have a favor to ask.’
‘Do it.’
‘Will you please continue to dance for Thena, kind porter Tannhäuser Bantay?’
I danced. However, I danced a methi dance that was not mine. He gave gifts to two women who did not believe such a thing was possible.
In Thena’s despairing ears, I revealed in detail what kind of person Meti was and where she is now. In remorse and joy, the two reunited through me.
Dance introduces itself. Dancer’s sweat flowing on the sand. Personal hand stains on the oak handles of a carving knife and a long sword. Bambi that coolly tickles your skin. And sweet Fragaria fruit.
The dance that followed responded. A warrior’s sweat falling on the battlefield. The calluses carved into his hands by the warrior’s sword he swung. Summer rain reminds me of the humidity of nice days. And all desserts with strawberries.
To you who stayed in this universe and left, Echo expressed her gratitude for passing on herself.
And to me too. ‘Thank you, Tan. It was a gift I won’t forget even after I die.’
Responsibility. Love. That harsh weight.
The tears I drank were magic tools containing Ishtaria’s sacrifice, and what I carried to the demon god was the death of the city.
After realizing the inside story, I was overcome by an indescribable feeling. I couldn’t help but think of accusations against Ishtar.
I know this was best for everyone. But how could you force tens of thousands of people who claim to be your children into a slaughterhouse? Are you the god of love?
They could have ignored it, saying it was like a tantrum. You could have silenced me by simply asking if there was an alternative.
However, Ishtar accepted full responsibility. And he said he wanted to tell me the truth.
It was unexpected. Really.
From a macro perspective, we are already one. What does it mean?
The gods are our predecessors. Don’t know what it means?
In a certain era when even the shape of the continent was different, there was a race different from what we know.
They laugh, dance, and love until the end comes, and when they finally reach destruction, they must make way for the intelligent beings of the next world.
But as High Priestess Meti said, only their dance remains. Their flow, created by swinging their bodies, never ceases and continues towards the high places beyond.
Dance discovers the races of the next world. And reach out your hand to let them know they are not alone. The new race kneels and mutters in awe of the unfamiliar dance. ‘Oh, my God.’
In some eras, in an effort to achieve maximum abundance, comfort was found in pleasure, sexuality, and the warmth of one’s own skin. They became Ishtar.
Some eras began with the fire of faith pushing out darkness and ended with fear being forgotten in quiet prayer. They became Mithras.
The dominant beliefs of the slightly similar yet different worlds have solidified into the personality of God.
We are a dividing crystal. Our wriggling is the horizon that will expand the area of our cells and one day form the image of God. And all the gods we serve are brothers and sisters who will welcome us to join them in the future.
All who have existed from the past to the end will become one in the future and become the constituents of God.
However, not all of us disappear. We are simply reborn as beings who will forever hold hands, forever share our hearts, and think of each other as one in perfect understanding.
If so, Mithra is not the only villain in this story. In fact, he probably didn’t think he was that bad. He is just a god with a self-righteous personality who looks down on other gods.
An immature older brother or older brother who wanted his younger siblings to be just like him and to look up to him more.
But An-Anu returned. The path of flow is free again. Mithra’s hopes have come to an end.
So we can decide for ourselves what kind of god we will be. The world we will create in the future will become the character of a new god.
Maybe we can create a concept that never existed before. That may be the reason why the destruction and rebirth of the species is necessary.
It’s a kind world where everyone has a good ending. Isn’t this a truly beautiful and good story?
···It is certainly true, but why is it not desirable?
Maybe it’s because I want to remember the person I am now who loves you. Also, I want to remember you forever, loving me as you.
It’s me who loves you who became me, not you who loves me who you became.
The natural cycle desired by Ishtar and the gods of the pantheon presupposes that we will eventually come to regard each other as ourselves.
Thena will not think of me as her childhood friend, colleague, or lover. Instead, she will think that she is a version of herself that she once had a friendly relationship with.
I don’t feel grateful for it. Rather, it hurts painfully. There is nothing after death, it may not hurt as much as losing you forever.
I want to remember. I want to preserve the beauty that each person can experience. Like all lovers holding out their hands in opposite directions to walk side by side…
I grabbed Thena’s hand and gave it a long push. For now, Thena’s body needed something to hold on to.
At the moment when I was free from thoughts and conclusions and was struggling with orgasm, Thena twisted her back and sobbed with a beautiful sound.
Once again, I have a foolish imagination.
May this perfect night last forever.
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Same time, outside the window.
“Wow.”
“Oh, over there…”
“It’s crazy.”
Nya, who came up on the horseback, swallowed her saliva and commented.
I used magic to make sprouts on the wooden window frame, and I lifted the curtain slightly to spy on it.
The couple in the inn room, sweating profusely and in a daze, seemed to have no time to notice the presence.
It’s not that there were no opinions that peeping was bad. They also had a conscience.
However, conscience is a virtue that can easily be buried by curiosity. Nidroga looked at Nenya, the leader of the opposition group, who had followed her after wiping her mouth, with her mocking eyes. Just for a little while.
The real highlight was inside the window. Nidro swallowed his saliva and quickly turned his head.
“I’m going to get caught talking. Monica, did you put down a soundproofing screen?”
“···I installed it so that I wouldn’t be able to hear those sounds outside.”
Monica grunted as she sat on her roof, pressing her flushed face into her palm. It seemed disturbing that her children and the children she had raised as younger siblings were getting along so well.
On the other hand, Villena and Leni just placed their cheeks against the window and enjoyed the view. However, Villena’s eyes were fixed on her tan’s buttocks, and Leni’s eyes were fixed on the other’s buttocks.
The two, who noticed each other’s viewing preferences through the reflection in the window, looked at each other and frowned as if they were perverts.
“Wow. Mr.”
“What? You know that my preference is for both sides to be open, right?”
“No matter what, how can you look at the party leader like that?”
“Are you clean as you sit admiring the porter’s buttocks? This is ridiculous.”
‘It’s okay as long as you don’t get caught.’ If Thena found out that everyone had finally nodded to Eshen’s words, she would probably break the heads of her colleagues one by one in despair.
Instead of appreciating the sexual activity out of his own sense of loyalty, Eshen, who was watching for his spying comrades, looked back happily for a moment at his pitiful comrades who were at a lower level.
And she flinched. It seemed like someone wasn’t just following to take a peek.
“It’s mine.”
Garam, her eyes red and bloodshot, was gathering strength in her loaded right arm. As if they were going to break the window and break in at any moment.
“Bitch, he’s my male. I like him more…”
“Little brother?”
“Even though we weren’t that kind of relationship to begin with, he did it so fucking well. I fell in love with him from the beginning. Furthermore, I also liked him when he dressed up as a woman. He even gave it up to my sister, but I’m special.”
“···Hey, take that bastard down!”
