Getting Stronger by Pleasuring the Goddess-Chapter 37: Robbing and Buying Blessed Stones! {4}

Andrea eyes is wide open Looking at the Two and Reo Cock was in front of Althea Looking extremely hungry.

Her face started too heat up seeing The Two of them Kissed she didn’t expect that The ice Goddess could do such Erotic things.

The luxurious apartment was veiled in twilight, shadows clinging gently to the corners while the soft glow of moonlight filtered through the tall windows. The night air was cool, quiet, and heavy with unspoken tension.

Andrea lay nestled beneath the plush blankets of the oversized bed, her golden hair cascading over a pillow like a trail of starlight. The scent of lavender lingered in the air—faint, calming—though it did little to soothe the storm quietly brewing in her chest.

Then came the unmistakable hush of breathless gasps.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Andrea blinked , then turned slightly—her body instinctively drawn to the sound. The curtains fluttered faintly in the breeze, casting silvered shadows that danced along the bed. Just beyond her reach, Reo and Althea Lay down beside each other close—too close.

Althea’s long icy blue hair spilled over Reo’s bare shoulder as she leaned against him, her eyes half-lidded, her expression unreadable yet strangely serene. His hands rested gently on her waist, their foreheads nearly touching, their breath slow and synchronized, as if sharing the same heartbeat.

Andrea froze.

She hadn’t meant to Look and her face turned even more deep Red hearing the Muffled Moans and Flesh touching each other.

Andrea’s lips parted slightly, her amber eyes softening with a mix of awe and uncertainty.

A pang tugged at her heart, unfamiliar yet undeniably real. She pulled the covers up to her chin, burying half her face in the plushness as her thoughts raced.

Do I really make erotic noises when I’m Doing it with him?? she wondered again, cheeks burning.

She tried to block out the Moans gentle sighs, shifting sheets, the quiet tension of two people lost in their own moment. But her body, traitorous and sensitive to the atmosphere, began to respond in ways she couldn’t control. Her skin grew warm, her heartbeat quickened, and her breath trembled with every thought she tried to suppress.

She turned her face into the pillow, hiding the flush that bloomed across her cheeks. Her thoughts were a tangled storm of emotions—confusion, curiosity, something almost envious.

Why does this bother me so much?

Why does he make me feel this way...?

Still, she said nothing.

And Reo, for all his usual attentiveness, hadn’t noticed her stirring. Or maybe he had—and chose to ignore it.

By the time sleep overtook her again, Andrea’s mind was spinning. Somewhere between the thudding of her heart and the soft echo of muffled Moans.

The next morning...

A golden beam of morning light cut through the room, illuminating the air with a soft warmth. Birds chirped faintly beyond the towering windows. The scent of breakfast—meats, herbs, and honeyed pastries—lingered in the air, carried by the hotel’s luxurious service drones.

Reo stretched, shirtless and feeling oddly refreshed. He hadn’t just rested—he felt as though his entire body had been cleansed, his stamina restored, his mind sharper than before. His system screen hovered faintly before him as he wiped the sleep from his eyes.

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[Goddess Seducing System]

Points: [425]

Rank: F

Strength: F--

Agility: F+

Vitality: F--

Intelligence: F--

Goddess of Ice Power Unseal Progress: 5.5%

Goddess of Passion Power Unseal Progress: 1.5%

Abilities:

Weapon Maker [Mastery: Apprentice]

Clone Creation [Mastery: Apprentice]

Summonable Goddesses: 0

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Reo smirked. Not bad. Five sessions in one night. That explains the 425 points.

But instead of rushing to spend it all on stats, he paused—carefully analyzing his vulnerabilities.

Defense. That’s my weak point.

He made a mental note to browse the system shop for a reliable defensive skill or passive enhancement. It wouldn’t matter how fast or smart he was if one hit could take him out.

Still shirtless, Reo walked to the window, hands in his pockets as he watched the city below come alive. Behind him, Andrea shifted beneath the blankets, her eyes fluttering open.

Althea, already dressed in her usual icy-white robes, sat cross-legged on the couch. She didn’t say anything to Reo... but her gaze lingered. Cool, sharp, unreadable.

Andrea’s voice broke the silence, light and groggy.

"...You two were... noisy," she murmured with a slight pout, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

Reo nearly choked on his own breath.

Althea glanced toward Andrea, and for once, her lips curved—just slightly. "Get used to it."

Andrea blinked, confused, her cheeks turning pink again. "Eh...?"

The tension that followed was almost comical. Reo turned away from the window, rubbing his temples with a sigh.

"Looks like today’s going to be awkward."

"What do you mean get used to it?!" Andrea snapped, her voice sharp and fiery as she stormed over toward Althea, eyes wide with visible frustration.

She wasn’t angry about the act itself—deep down, she knew what had happened was bound to occur eventually. But it was the way Althea had said it... so nonchalantly, so smug, like it was the most natural thing in the world. It stung in a way she didn’t quite understand.

Althea remained seated gracefully on the couch, one leg crossed over the other like an ice-sculpted queen, her frosty-blue robes hanging flawlessly around her slender frame. With a cool glance toward Andrea, she tilted her chin and replied in that infuriatingly calm tone, "Oh? I said get used to it. I’m just... simply better."

She punctuated her words by folding her arms, which unintentionally pushed her chest up—subtle, but clearly not accidental. Her smooth, flawless skin gleamed in the morning light, and her aura pulsed with quiet superiority.

Andrea stood frozen.

A Goddess... actually flaunting her breasts in a dominance contest?

Her eye twitched.

Her usual bubbly and innocent demeanor flickered. For a moment, it was like watching a cheerful child suddenly switch into a competitive tiger. Still, she inhaled slowly, composing herself with dignified grace.

...Or so she thought.

"That’s what I thought~," Althea added with a sly smile, her words soaked in teasing amusement.

Andrea’s composure cracked instantly.

Her aura flared without warning. A low hum resonated in the room, and suddenly, that strange nauseous pressure spread outward like a rippling tide. It wasn’t seductive like before—it was overwhelming pressure

Althea, amused beyond reason, chuckled lightly and surrounded herself with a protective barrier of cold mist, rendering her immune to Andrea’s aura. She sipped her tea as if nothing were happening.

Meanwhile, Reo—who had been leaning casually against the window—suddenly lurched forward.

"Ugh—nope, nope!" he gagged, clutching his stomach and stumbling toward the open window.

A moment later, the sound of retching echoed into the city streets.

Outside, pigeons scattered in panic. A flower vendor stared up from the sidewalk, horrified.

Inside the room, Althea couldn’t contain her laughter. A melodic, bell-like giggle escaped her lips. "Oh my~ i forgot when is the Last time i Laugh hard as this"

Andrea blinked, immediately snapping out of her anger as she saw Reo gripping the edge of a table, pale and sweating, clearly struggling to breathe. Her face turned to horror.

"Oh no—Reo! I didn’t mean to—!"

She rushed to his side, golden hair bouncing, and knelt beside him in a panic. A warm, comforting aura began to radiate from her hands as she channeled healing into him, her touch gentle and filled with sincere concern.

"I’m really sorry," she said, her eyes glossy with guilt. "I didn’t mean to make you feel sick—I just got... mad."

Reo groaned faintly. "No kidding... You might’ve just knocked me unconscious with that aura."

Althea, finally softening, walked over and knelt beside him as well. "That’s enough fun for now," she said in a quieter tone, placing her palm gently on his shoulder. A cool, cleansing aura swept over him, mingling with Andrea’s warmth to restore his balance.

His nausea faded like morning mist under the sun.

Reo exhaled deeply and leaned back against the couch, finally catching his breath.

Then, he turned to Althea with a serious expression.

"Apologize," he said flatly.

Althea’s smile faltered slightly, but she held his gaze. A small sigh escaped her lips, this time with sincerity.

"I’m sorry. I was only teasing," she said, her tone no longer icy. "It’s been a while since I’ve met another goddess. I got... carried away."

Andrea, still kneeling at his side, also lowered her head. "I’m sorry too," she added quietly. "I didn’t realize how strong that aura had become..."

The atmosphere calmed.

Reo clapped his hands together, shaking off the tension with a Smile.

The girls looked at him in unison.

He stood tall and rolled his shoulders with a grin. "Let’s go buy Blessed Stones in The Black Market"

Andrea blinked, then brightened immediately. "Ooh! Will there be food stalls there too?"

Althea merely rolled her eyes but walked past them, her arms folded again, her voice sharp but less cold this time.

"Just try not to blow up the place."

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