Purple Night Melody

If you had a golden apple, who would you give it to?
Invited to the banquet, Luo En saw the golden apple in the plate inscribed with "To the fairest goddess" and the three goddesses embroiled in dispute before him, and he picked up a knife with a smug smile.
The first step, peeling; he gave the skin to Aphrodite.
"To be fair, you're quite pretty. As a layer of skin, you're not bad to look at."
The second step, slicing the flesh; he gave that to Hera.
"As the queen of heaven, yet everyone in Olympus from 800-year-olds to animals has cuckolded you, including males, females, and even sheep. Since you can't save face anyway, take these insides."
The third step, he gave the remaining core to Athena.
"You were supposed to be born a male god and take over Zeus's position, but due to Zeus's shenanigans, you lost that seed, so here, have this core."
Aphrodite clenched her fists, Hera raised her scepter, Athena summoned her spear and shield...
Seeing this, Luo En quickly stepped back, shielding the goddess of discord, Eris, firmly in front of him.
"And you still want to be the goddess of discord? Look at me; I got them to unite at once, even better than you with your instigation."
"..."
Surrounded by Greek gods sharpening their knives, Eris was left in silence.

The Greece Antagonist

A few breaths later, Luo En slapped his forehead, suddenly coming to a realization.


"Compensation in flesh? No problem, how well-done do you like it? I'll grill it for you right now!"


With that, he walked out of the tent with a righteous air.


However, as soon as he lifted the curtain, a fair, jade-like hand pressed down on Luo En's shoulder, rendering him immobile.


"No need to trouble yourself, I like it ready-made."


Accompanied by a warm breath, a lazy, flirtatious whisper entered his ear, bringing a tingling itch.


At the same time, the sound of swallowing came from behind him.


The beautiful head inched closer to the nape of a certain apprentice's neck, breaths growing heavier. A curling pink tongue scraped over somewhat dry cherry lips, leaving behind a moist gloss in the dark.


But faced with such a sultry and ambiguous scene, Luo En felt not a hint of sentiment in his heart.


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