Coming Back to School To steal {2}
She looked at me with a cold fury that could've frozen oceans.
The moment I released the bindings, smack!—her palm struck my cheek with divine precision. The sting was instant, sharp, and humiliating.
My eyes twitched. My face burned where she struck me.
"...You didn't hold back," I muttered, rubbing my cheek, still stunned by the speed and precision of her reaction.
The room fell into silence. It should have been awkward. Tense. But it wasn't for her.
She stood tall and composed, her breath steady but her eyes wild—alight with challenge, like a battle-hardened queen daring her subject to rise again. Althea, the Ice Goddess, glared at me with clenched silver teeth and a stare that tried to freeze my will in place.
But beneath that divine pride… was something else. A pulse of anticipation.
She wasn't just furious.
She wanted me to try again.
I sighed softly. "You really haven't let go of your pride, huh?"
I moved forward again—not forcefully, not with the same raw hunger—but with intent. She didn't retreat. Her body tensed, but she didn't stop me either. I reactivated the system's gentle restraints—more gentler just enough to hold her in place as I drew close.
Her breath caught. Her proud glare flickered.
She was trying to maintain her composure, to sit tall and unaffected.
But she failed.
What followed was not a battle of strength, but of sensation—of control, surrender, and raw, complicated emotion. I whispered words into her skin, traced lines along her divine form, and let her reactions guide me. Every shift in her breathing, every twitch of her fingertips, fed the system's
i touched her between her Legs and and her curvy Body But Holding back myself right now is really a Miracle.
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Her hands moved instinctively to her mouth, muffling her voice as the sensations grew overwhelming. Even restrained, her divine body trembled with every new wave of tension. Her cheeks flushed beautifully, her lips parted in silence.
Althea glared again—but it was weaker this time. Her resistance was crumbling.
She was furious. She was proud. But she was also… vulnerable Right now.
Experiencing this again—the shame, the thrill, the loss of control—it was something she couldn't rationalize away. And yet she couldn't deny it either.
The night passed slowly, the air filled with a strange mix of defiance and submission. Moans—soft at first, then stifled—echoed behind the door. Two forces clashing, melting together in heated rhythm.
By the time the moon gave way to dawn, the world was quiet again.
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I lay on the bed, completely exhausted, my body sore and breath shallow. "My tongue is going," I muttered, stretching my jaw.
Althea had already purified my body using her divine abilities—a passive blessing that kept me clean and refreshed after any, well, 'interaction.' She hated being touched by mortal impurity. I appreciated the side effect.
I brought up the system screen with a thought Putting all 40 Points in speed
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[Goddess Seducing System]
[Points: 0]
Rank: G
Strength: G--
Agility: G+
Vitality: G--
Intelligence: G
Goddess Power Unseal Progress: 0.3%
(Progress increases by charming, flirting with, or satisfying a Goddess in various ways.)
Abilities:
Weapon Maker
Clone Creation
Summonable Goddesses: 0
(More summonings unlocked by completing special quests.)
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"Only G+ Agility?" I whispered with a groan.
But the truth was, even that small percentage meant something. I could feel it in my limbs—my body lighter, faster. My stamina better. I'd broken through to the higher end of Rank G. My breathing was deeper. More controlled.
I even felt confident enough to use Clone Myself
I turned my head and glanced at the Althea beside me.
Althea had fallen asleep.
Even in slumber, she looked divine—icy-blue hair splayed across the pillow, skin smooth like porcelain, her long lashes casting shadows on her flushed cheeks.
I leaned over and tapped her shoulder. "Wake up. Today's important."
She stirred with a tired groan, blinking awake slowly. Her body moved with practiced grace, her divine bearing returning instantly as if snapping back into place.
She dressed silently in a radiant red gown that shimmered faintly into every thread. Her expression remained cold, her fiery red eyes
Althea never truly let her guard down.
She ignored me and walked ahead, her divine presence radiating like frost in summer. I followed with a shrug. We had somewhere to be.
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We arrived at the school just as the morning bells rang.
It looked like any normal School except it wasn't. This was a place where power Exists only The People here have there each Power
Today was tournament day. The Combat Competition.
Althea stayed beside me but quieted her aura. She could hide within me thanks to the spiritual bond between us. Most wouldn't notice her unless they were extremely sensitive to divine presence.
Which no one could surely sense
Inside the school arena, the air buzzed with energy. Students lined up to watch the matches, and teachers took seats near the prize table. Floating projections displayed the stage and bracket.
The prizes were real, and they were tempting.
A glowing Necklace, said to amplify the flow of internal energy.
A Spatial Ring, invaluable to anyone with storage issues.
And a Red Potion, bottled that could enhance one's body permanently.
They were guarded by two instructors. Both were easily B-ranked. One Slap of them could kill me
Then The Crowds cheered
The first match had begun.
Out stepped a girl who instantly stole the attention of the entire arena.
Silver Gray hair, tied in a single braid. Golden eyes like suns. Her face was stunning—high-boned, perfectly symmetrical, with a cool arrogance that made her even more captivating. Even the female students watched in silence.
"That's Clara," someone whispered nearby. "Daughter of one of the Union High ranking Commander."
She didn't have the exaggerated curves some would envy, but her body was toned, athletic, disciplined. Her presence alone elevated her to near-legend.
What stunned me most was her aura—she was already F Ranked.
Same age. Same year.
Far beyond me.
Before I could absorb more of the situation—WHAM!
A punch smashed directly into my face.
"Gaaah—WHAT THE—?!" I staggered backward, clutching my cheek.
Pain bloomed across my jaw. It wasn't the worst I'd felt, but it hurt.
I looked up.
Standing in front of me was a massive figure—tall, burly, and smug. At least seven feet, built like a mountain with muscles wrapped in a black compression uniform. His aura was loud. Violent. F- Rank, easily.
He cracked his knuckles, sneering down at me. "Watch your eyes, runt. Clara ain't for worms like you."
i wiped the Blood sighing helpless Gasping for air.
This? Edward The Guy who bullied this Body...
I wiped blood from my lip, Sighing.