I really wanted that weapon, and if I was still going to have sex with Freya, that would mean I'd have two victories instead of one. With that in mind, I did as she said and sat right beside her.
"Oh, no hesitation, huh?" Freya smiled at me. "It seems your experience with the Valkyries has made you bold."
"I guess so," I replied, even though I wasn't sure if my past experience would be much help.
Unlike my Valkyries, Freya was a real goddess. Being so close to the goddess of love was really starting to affect me.
Her body was curvy and beautiful, her breasts full and her hips wide, yet her waist was slim. Her proportions were so perfect that it was impossible for a healthy man not to look at her.
Her white hair was stunning, as if it were possible to turn snow into strands. Her blue eyes, the color of the sea, seemed like they wanted to pull me into their depths and never let me see the sunlight again.
