Softness and tenderness sank deep inside him; it felt like he was reborn, being embraced by his mother.
The light of grace emitted by the tender dawning sun tingled his eyes to slowly flutter open.
Light ambushed him almost instantly, making him shut his eyes again.
[Hahaha... Arise, Lord Tarnished, it's time.]
Laughs like sweet summer temple bells made him aware that he wasn't alone.
Orion slowly shifted his head, only to brush himself against something soft, something smooth. He didn't know what, the light didn't let him see.
However, if it was up to him, he didn't want to get up, ever.
A fragrance like none other he had smelled before entered his nostrils, relaxing him unconsciously.
[Ain't thou not as a babe now, pray? Perhaps I should be thy mother, at this rate. Awaken, I say.]
A soft nudge finally made him open his eyes. It took time for his eyes to adapt to the golden grace emitted by the person holding him, but he soon did.
And oh, so glorious the sight it was.
Golden gaze like heaven's glasses stared at him while hands like feathers caressed him.
That face was engraved in his memory, never to be overwritten again.
But that was but mere distance to the real sight his eyes fixed on.
Those divine tits...
Parted by the middle gap of her dress, leaving almost nothing to the imagination as they loomed over his face, only inches apart.
His heart, which felt like coming back to life, surged desperately.
For a moment, he was there, mesmerised by the sight in front of him.
[Oh my, thou gazest upon mine allure with such brazen delight, art thou not a most egregious pervert?]
A giggle rang after the voice, bringing him back to his senses as he finally realised his position.
He was in a legendary lap pillow.
Like lightning shot through him, he snapped awake and raised up, only to curse his reaction.
'She wouldn't mind if I put my head back down, would she…' he found himself asking, knowing that most likely she would mind.
'Me and my stupid body.' He cursed again; who knows when he will get a chance for a lap pillow again.
And perhaps seeing his regretful eye, once again the soft bell-like laughter rang out.
Oh… how soothing it was to his heart.
[My my..., be not so forlorn! If such trifles do vex thee, then must I needs shield my sovereign from the wiles of all maidens of these realms.]
Flustered, Orion finally got out of his fixture and really took a good look at the woman in front of him.
A blush so mighty it could tear his face in two erupted, and he immediately put his eyes face-down.
'God damn it, why the fuck is she so fucking beautiful. Someone tell me quick, how I stop these treacherous cheeks of mine from flushing.' He once again cursed his inexperience with women.
And this wasn't a woman, this was a goddess who came wrapped like a holiday package attached.
[How thou dost feign innocence, when he who hath vanquished all atrocities and ascended as Elden Lord dares gaze upon a woman's fair.]
Slowly, he found his face cupped with the woman's soft hands, heat sinking inside him from her touch.
He wasn't ready to raise his head just yet, but the small tug by her to lift his face left him powerless.
And his mind once again betrayed him; the blush came back with vengeance.
Did he say he was Virgin…?
So now he was grinning like a fool, trying to make eye contact at least to somewhat control his rising blood pressure, while she cupped his face between her hands.
Any normal woman wouldn't draw this kind of attention from him. He was not that hopeless. Virgin, single poor bastard he may be, but he had enough normal interactions with girls.
This woman though.
She casually sits on level 11 on the ten-on-ten rating. How the fuck is he not supposed to act like this?
She observed his goofy grin and his futile attempts to avoid eye contact and let out a giggle which sounded like birds chirping to him.
'Damn, don't simp so hard at least you virgin bastard…' he cursed himself.
He finally calmed himself after taking a few deep breaths and looked at her. For the first time, truly observing her.
The obvious was how fucking hot she was. If that didn't drive the point, then how little she was wearing.
A black dress which only covered her front breast, while the middle and side boobs were on clear display.
And oh, what a sight it was.
Gulping, he quickly averted his eyes, albeit he again found himself a blushing mess.
The dress parted into many parts as it went down to the skirt area, revealing those enchanting legs where his head was not so long ago.
She was tall, elegant, an almost ethereal woman with a goddess-like presence. Her body was long and slender, her posture poised and statuesque, giving the impression of someone carved from pale gold or marble. Her skin had an otherworldly shine to it — smooth, luminous, and almost metallic.
[Art thou ceased thine admiration of my personage?] She spoke only after Orion was done observing—borderline ogling—her from all sides.
There was a sly teasing tone in her voice which made Orion look again on instinct, like being caught doing something indecent.
It was even stranger to him since he was quite a pervert; if not, then his last words wouldn't have been the wish for someone to get rid of his browser history.
Cause there lay his Study Materials, forbidden knowledge only he had the right to access.
"And you're…?" he finally asked, recalling that he was supposed to be dead, like twice…
The woman slightly narrowed her eyes, like looking at a fool or caught some of his mistakes.
[Thy lack of recognition doth pierce my very soul, my lord.]
Orion's mind did somersaults to understand the woman's Shakespearean style Old English. He had to admit he wasn't the best when it came to those sorts of things, but he barely understood.
"Hmm… do you speak like normal English?" he asked, personally feeling shame for even asking that. But his mind wasn't ready for this level of gymnastics right after dying twice.
Not even for a complete babe like her.
For once, he felt that perhaps paying attention to the class back then would have been wise.
The woman blinked her eyes slowly, like she didn't expect that of all things.
Seeing her a bit baffled at what to say, he sighed and slowly said:
"Forget it…" He shook his head.
"So… who are you again?" he finally asked.
The woman sighed again. He truly didn't know who she was…
['Tis gracious of thee to inquire, my lord, albeit thy tardiness doth not escape mine notice.]
Even her sarcasm looked cute to him.
It was apparent that the woman looked a bit disappointed at his answer.
If her huffing and putting her hands right under her breasts for support was any indication.
This minor act rather emphasises her already very impressive bust line.
[I am thy Goddess]
[Marika the Eternal]
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A/N : It is wrong to blush when writing about our MC's own blush. Damn, I felt second-hand embarrassment.
But let me honest, would you guys not if you see Marika in her full glory.
For a virgin need, I believe our boy did good. Right !
Please stones.
And comment, that helps.