Summary
I found myself inside a horror game—and somehow ended up toying with a god’s heart.
The aloof, ascetic God of Light had tears at the corners of his eyes, his white robes parted just enough to reveal pale collarbones and sculpted abs as his restrained voice trembled.
“Stop…”
“Your Highness, you once said everyone on this continent was your child, so shouldn’t you satisfy your people’s needs?”
My hand slipped beneath his robes.
Mist clouded those clear, distant golden eyes, and a captivating flush crept across his snow-white cheeks.
“Lilia, stop…”
“I won’t stop. I’m going to kiss you, touch you, and defile you.”
After committing blasphemy, I confidently hid in the Temple of Darkness instance and even boasted, “I’ve done the God of Light—nothing special. The God of Darkness is even worse. No stamina.”
The next second, a young man seized my wrist, his warm breath spilling against my ear.
“No. Stamina?”
His dangerous red eyes narrowed as he bit my earlobe.
“Want to test that?”
A chill ran down my spine, and I spun around to flee.
“It was a joke! How could I possibly dare defile the mighty God of Darkness? Goodbye!”
Black wings closed around me, chains winding around my limbs as he leisurely loosened his divine robes.
“A god should listen to the wishes of his people. That high-and-mighty God of Light may not be able to satisfy you—but that doesn’t mean I can’t.”