But it was too late to regret it now, Aphrodite could only gently but firmly tear the reluctant young man off his body.
Although the young man is obedient, his body is very uncooperative, and he always leans towards Aphrodite involuntarily, wanting to snuggle up on him.
Aphrodite closed his eyes and thought for a while, then he said calmly: “You are the god who controls sexual desire. While indulging, you must also learn to restrain yourself. Only in this way can you master this power, rather than being synonymous with lasciviousness.”
Aphrodite’s words were like chains, which bound the young man invisibly. The young man’s beautiful face showed a look of pain. Aphrodite gently stretched out his fingers and smoothed his frown.
This seemingly useless appeasement has an excellent effect on the youth. The painful expression soon disappeared, and the youth’s appearance became peaceful.
When the young man opened his eyes again, one could no longer see the indulgent charm that he had before. However, the corners of his eyes were still bright and bewitching. Looking at him, it’s easy to recall those lewd and pleasurable acts in bed.
That is the power of the priesthood of lust, but it cannot be used against Aphrodite, who is in charge of lust.
Aphrodite glanced at the young man, then looked away, put his fist on his lips, and coughed lightly: “Put your clothes on.”
The young man looked at him admiringly, nodded obediently and put on his clothes.
Aphrodite calmly sorted out the clothes that had been torn by the young man, and when the young man raised his head, he turned back to the stunning but serious god.
Aphrodite asked the young man, “Tell me your name.”
The young man knelt down on one knee and said reverently, “My exalted Lord, my name is Areinte.”
Areinte…
Aphrodite couldn’t help but think about the one who had the most entanglement with the goddess Aphrodite in his memory, the god of war Ares.
Aphrodite couldn’t help but look at Areinte a few more times, and then laughed at his own association.
The God of War is a rather domineering and masculine male god. If he was standing in front of him at this time, according to Ares’ character, he would probably choose to force and occupy himself.¹
Aphrodite nodded at Areinte and motioned him to get up: “Areinte, you are my first slave god, you should follow me from now on. But just like what happened just now, don’t do it again, understand?”
When Areinte heard this, he was surprised at first, but then pain came to his heart.
He was fortunate enough to accompany this most beautiful god, but he could not be close to him. Just like the moon in the water, it is hopeful but out of reach, full of suffering.
Aphrodite bent down and raised his chin. Seeing the rather painful look on his face, he couldn’t help but froze and asked, “Are you not willing?”
Hearing the words, Areinte quickly opened his eyes and hurriedly said, “No! My lofty lord, Areinte is proud to be by your side for a long time.”
Aphrodite responded, withdrew his hand, and stood up straight.
He looked up at the land that was still far away, and basked in the sun: “Okay, we should go ashore. The sea breeze may have sent the news of my birth to Mount Olympus, and there may have been gods waiting for our arrival. .”
Areinte got up, pulled Aphrodite’s sleeve, and followed behind him.
Aphrodite looked at him, and Areinte smiled shyly.
Aphrodite smiled and ignored him.
The two walked out of the sea on the waves, the sky was cloudless, the sun was clear, and the breeze was blowing gently, quietly fluttering Aphrodite’s beautiful long hair.
Aphrodite looked around, frowned and said softly, “No one…”