Not long after Astraea and Kei left for the Banquet of the Gods, the atmosphere in that room felt quieter, leaving only Charlie and his two spirits.
Aishia who previously seemed asleep with her head resting on Charlie's shoulder, suddenly opened her eyes. A pair of her beautiful pink irises gazed at Charlie with her usual emotionless expression—or at least that's what appeared on the surface.
"Aishia?"
Charlie was slightly surprised. The spirit girl's behavior suddenly changed, there was something different from usual.
"..."
Aishia didn't immediately answer. She lowered her head, looking at Est who was still lying calmly on Charlie's lap with closed eyes. For several moments she remained silent, as if considering something.
"Est. If you're sleepy, you should sleep in your room."
Est opened one eye, glancing at her briefly.
"I don't want to. Here is more comfortable than the bed."
"But you've been lying down for a long time. Charlie's thigh has gone numb."
"..."
Est fell silent, thinking about the logic behind Aishia's words. Although her expression remained emotionless, there was a small furrow on her forehead—a sign she was thinking. Finally, reluctantly, she rose from Charlie's lap.
"Fine. I'll sleep in my room."
Without looking back, Est walked away from the living room toward her room. Her bedroom door closed softly, leaving Charlie and Aishia alone in the living room.
"What—"
Before Charlie finished his sentence, Aishia had already moved. With a graceful and unhesitating movement, her hand reached for her dress tie. Slowly, that thin fabric slipped, revealing her smooth white shoulder, then dropped lower until her beautiful cleavage was clearly visible under the lamplight.
"Want to do it?"
Charlie who was usually calm and always in control of situations, for a moment lost his words.
"Gulp..." He swallowed. "Since when did you learn to seduce like this?"
"That's because Charlie has been spending more time with Kei this past week." Aishia answered in a flat tone, but her eyes never left him. "That's not fair."
"Really? I didn't realize it..." Charlie furrowed his brow, trying to recall.
Thinking back over the past week, he had to admit Aishia was right. Daily expeditions to the Dungeon with Kei drastically reduced his time with Aishia and Est.
Just as he pondered, suddenly his hand felt a soft and supple sensation difficult to explain with words. A sensation that made anyone who felt it want to repeat it again and again.
Charlie came to his senses. He didn't know since when, but Aishia had taken his hand and directed it to her exposed breast. Her skin was smooth, warm, and so soft in his palm.
"So, what's Charlie's answer?" Aishia whispered, her usually flat voice now sounding slightly more seductive.
"Does it still need to be asked?"
With a quick movement, Charlie lifted Aishia into his arms—the classic princess carry style.
Aishia let herself be lifted, her arms circling Charlie's neck, her beautiful face looking at him with the same expression.
Charlie walked toward his room, leaving the empty living room. Each of his steps was firm, the bedroom door opened then closed tightly.
In the room only illuminated by moonlight from the window, Charlie gently laid Aishia on the bed. Their shadows merged on the wall. His hand removed his top shirt, revealing his broad chest.
"Let's finish this before Goddess Astraea and Kei return." Charlie whispered with breath beginning to quicken.
"Come."
Aishia answered briefly while spreading both arms wide, welcoming Charlie into her embrace with a surrender full of love.
On the wide bed, two figures moved in a rhythm only the two of them knew. Moonlight slipped through the curtains, dancing on their glowing skin. Breathing that was initially regular began to change to heavier, deeper, mixing with soft moans nearly inaudible.
Aishia's fingers writhed on the sheets, gripping tightly as waves of sensation flowed throughout her body. Her lips that were usually silent, now opened slightly, letting warm breaths escape. Her beautiful eyes closed, enjoying every touch, every movement.
Charlie moved with a rhythm full of control yet full of passion. His forehead began to sweat, dripping slowly on Aishia's clean white skin. Their bodies moved in harmony, like two currents meeting and merging into one.
In the silence of the room only filled by the sound of breathing and soft moans, they continued to move. The sheets began to crumple beneath them. Charlie's fingers stroked Aishia's long pink hair, while Aishia's hands gripped his back, pulling him closer.
Wave after wave approached, bringing them higher and higher. Aishia bit her lower lip, holding back the sound that wanted to come out. Her slender body trembled softly, responding to every rhythm Charlie built.
And when finally that peak arrived, both fell silent in a silence that spoke louder than any scream. Their bodies united in a tight embrace, their breaths merged into one, and for a moment, time seemed to stop.
Outside, the moon continued to shine calmly, being a silent witness to two beings completing each other in the silence of night.
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The next day.
Charlie and Kei departed early toward Babel Tower as usual. The sun had just risen halfway, illuminating Orario's streets with warm golden rays.
Both walked on the Main Street that was already bustling with residents' and adventurers' activities—merchants opening stalls, adventurers hurrying with complete equipment, and children running among the crowds.
"How was the Banquet of the Gods last night?" Charlie asked casually, breaking the silence between them.
"Hmm, how should I put it..." Kei seemed to think for a moment before answering. "It felt exactly like western-style nobility banquet parties I often watched on TV. Excessive luxury, classical music, and the aroma of expensive food everywhere. That was the first time I saw so many gods and goddesses gathered in one place. I have to admit, they were all very attractive, not a single one was ugly. But..."
Kei paused her sentence, her facial expression turned slightly sour. "There was a problem at the end of the event."
"Problem?" Charlie's eyebrow raised slightly, though his tone didn't show surprise.
For gods who descended to the Lower World seeking sensation and entertainment to eliminate their eternal boredom, it would actually be strange if they never caused problems.
"That—"
*BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!*
Just as Kei was about to explain, repeated explosion sounds came from the distance, cutting off her sentence. Small tremors propagated through the ground, felt enough to make some people stagger.
People on the Main Street stopped. Heads turned simultaneously toward the source of the explosion sound. In the distance, billows of black smoke rose high into the blue sky, staining the bright morning.
"What explosion is that?" Kei's expression turned serious in an instant. Her instinct as a survivor of the apocalyptic world immediately activated—her eyes scanned the surroundings, looking for potential further danger.
"Let me investigate."
Charlie activated Senrigan. His eye pupils changed, providing vision that penetrated distance and obstacles.
In his expanded visual perception, he saw a chaotic scene: Bell Cranel was running with all his might, carrying Hestia in a princess carry while jumping over building rooftops. Behind them, dozens of adventurers chased with fierce expressions as if Bell had killed their parents.
*BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!*
Follow-up explosions were created again. That was magic launched by a female adventurer from that pursuing group, who apparently didn't care about damage to surrounding buildings.
Charlie furrowed his brow deeply, a cold aura began radiating from his body.
"Bell is being attacked openly? Who are these people? How dare they carry out an open attack in the middle of Orario city."
In Orario City's order, the prohibition of adventurers attacking each other wasn't merely polite etiquette, but law enforced very strictly.
The Guild greatly guarded this stability for their main mission: conquering the Dungeon.
Orario was built for one main purpose, which was to contain and conquer the monster threat born from the Dungeon. If adventurers were busy warring with each other, killing or injuring fellow professionals, humanity's defense line would weaken, gaps would open, and the risk of monsters escaping from the Dungeon and rising to the surface would increase drastically.
In the past, the terrorist group Evilus often violated this rule to spread terror and chaos, and that's why they were hunted thoroughly by peace-keeping factions like Ganesha Familia. Now, seeing a group of adventurers openly attacking other adventurers in broad daylight—that wasn't just illegal, it was a declaration of war against Orario's order.
"Let's see who these people's identities really are."
Charlie focused his Senrigan power deeper. He not only saw what was happening now, but he began to turn back time in his vision—accessing space and time memory to see the events that triggered this pursuit.
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