“This, I just can’t unfasten it. I can’t focus…”

The nightgown made of a single thin fabric was functioning as clothing with just two brooches. It was a simple item, barely adequate. 

Even that had become disheveled as I writhed with chills, now precariously hanging on my shoulders. I looked up at Persephius with clouded eyes. I saw the desire spreading across his handsome face.

Raised as Demeter’s daughter, he was a young man who had learned only the virtues a daughter should learn under his mother’s supervision. 

He must have been well-versed in braiding hair, sewing clothes, or handling fabric. There was no reason he couldn’t unfasten two simple brooches. Unless his mind was gone.

A base pleasure boiled up inside me. This beautiful and untainted young man was lusting after me, who had been confined to the underworld where not a single ray of light entered. 

The perfect son of a beautiful mother, who had likely lived surrounded by sweet and charming nymphs all his life, wanted me. Gloomy Hades, the recluse of the underworld, the death king no one wanted to see.

“No need… to unfasten it.”

I lowered my hand. I slid my nails lightly across his well-defined neckline, his muscular white chest, and his sleek abdomen. 

“I’m going crazy.” 

He exhaled hotly, not knowing what to do. He shouldn’t go crazy just yet. Instead of responding, I rubbed my lips against his shoulder. Then I grabbed his er*ect manhood, which was throbbing like an angry dragon.

“Ah, gasp, what, what are you doing?”

It was more of an urging exclamation than a complaint. When I held it without moving, he soon couldn’t bear it and pleaded, leaving teeth marks on my nape. Please.

Please, what? 

I had never touched a man’s thing before. If the situation hadn’t been like this, and if it hadn’t been Persephius, I would never have grabbed such a bizarre appendage. 

It was hot. Strangely thick. Do all men carry something this large between their legs? How do they manage such an inconvenience? 

It was a childish thought, but I couldn’t claim to be any better than them.

“Ah, Hadeia, please.”

He growled, sounding pained. Unable to restrain himself, he covered my hand with his own. Then he began to move instinctively. Up, down. 

Each time he rubbed the tip, my palm grew wetter. My breath grew hotter too. Each time the protruding veins of his member touched me, I wanted to flinch away but simultaneously felt my legs weaken. 

Up, down, faster, smoother, caressing the tip, and lips and tongues growing as wet as below. As he approached climax, I too found myself breathing harder.

“Ugh—”

Persephius momentarily groaned, his throat vibrating. His pupils were dilated wide like a hunted beast. Without any direct stimulation, I understood his expression. 

My breathing became irregular from the lethal pleasure. His seed overflowed our hands and soiled my nightgown. Instantly, a strange scent thickened in the air. There was no longer any hiding what we were doing.

Without time to catch his breath, his hand immediately climbed up my thigh. Pushing aside the nightgown that clung to us with various sweat and fluids, he went straight for the cleft between my legs. 

Long and neat, yet unmistakably a man’s fingers. I suddenly inhaled sharply. For a moment, it seemed my reason had returned.

This couldn’t happen. I shouldn’t mix bodies with Persephone. He was a young, pure flower, while I was an old, lewd villain. Was I taking unfair advantage, using my illness as an excuse? 

As the adult, I needed to distinguish right from wrong.

“Wait, stop, wait.”

I urgently pulled my hips back and pushed against Persephius’s chest. I belatedly realized my hand was wet with his fluids and heat, but there was nothing I could do.

“What’s wrong?”

He neither retreated nor released me. Though he immediately removed his hand at my rejection, seeing him seated between my knees, I doubted he would be compliant. 

My gaze couldn’t leave his manhood, which had swollen again so soon after ej*culation. It was as pale and straight as his skin, but disturbingly large in size. It was impossible to maintain composure before his er*ect member.

“We can still stop now.”

I swallowed dryly. It occurred to me belatedly that this wasn’t an appropriate thing for a woman to say while spreading her legs with s*men on her hands and nightgown. 

Persephius, who was looking at me with eyes that seemed to want to devour me, likely had similar thoughts.

“I don’t intend to. After coming this far, do you still not trust me? That I’ll regret it? Looking at this, you wouldn’t say such things.”

He lightly pointed at his lower body. I had nothing to say about that.

“I don’t know. I…”

I fumbled in an awkward state, neither lying down nor sitting up. Perhaps I was trying to say that it might not be you but I who would regret this. 

But strangely, those words simply wouldn’t come out. My brain felt like mush. Well, I was in the foolish state of trying to copulate while feverish, so perhaps that was why.

Persephius, who had been patiently watching my hesitation, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

“Are you perhaps a virgin? Like me?”

I closed my mouth. Better to bite my tongue than truthfully answer that.

My brother Zeus’s recreational activities were well-known, and my sister Demeter was Persephius’s mother. 

Yet for me, of the same generation as them, to have never lain with anyone—it was something I couldn’t admit, even before this child was raised under the nickname Kore.

“That’s impossible! A god as beautiful and strong as you—why? Why? I— naturally.”

“Stop talking nonsense. At my age, with all the marriage proposals I receive…”

I couldn’t finish my sentence. This was because he suddenly grabbed both my knees and pulled them straight. I instantly lost my balance and slid under him with my back against the bed.

Simultaneously, his lips touched my ear before I could get angry.

“—I like you.”

The sensation of knowing that desire and affection could coexist, and that I could be the object of both! 

I crumbled. My thin reason, the worries I had habitually cultivated, all flared up and disappeared with that one whisper. Even though I knew it shouldn’t be this way. 

The cold that had been eating me to the bone instantly vanished, replaced by lava-like heat and uncontrollable excitement.

He didn’t immediately return to what he had been doing. Whether it was instinct, or because he thought I was an inexperienced virgin like him, or because he was wary of previous partners if he had agreed with my objection, I couldn’t tell. 

I wasn’t sure which I preferred either. We overlapped our bodies more and surrendered ourselves to become accustomed to each other’s touch. He licked my earlobe while caressing my br*asts. Each time he stimulated my n*pples, moans escaped me. 

When he licked and moistened my areolas through the nightgown, teasing them, I couldn’t bear the erotic sensation. So I removed the brooches with my own hands and finally became completely n*ked.

As I panted and removed the wet nightgown from my body, Persephius seized the moment and threw off his own clothes. This revealed his broad shoulders and balanced physique without filter. I saw his manhood was so aroused it reached his navel. 

Just seeing that made my b*ttocks and thighs twitch and shrink. The sensation of gradually becoming wet from within was frighteningly vivid.

I was afraid. I felt like I was drifting impossibly far from who I knew myself to be, from who I believed I had to be. 

If someone asked my name at this moment, I felt I would blurt out a name other than the Underworld King or Hades. I was committing a sin. But I could no longer stop.

After kissing my chest and the shadowed ribs beneath for a long time, he carefully moved his hand to my thigh. Without realizing it, my legs spread and my waist lifted. 

Only the darkness covering the chamber would conceal my reddened face. It was an intimate part I had forgotten even existed before. 

I could tell he was clumsy but gentle, gritting his teeth with a desire he didn’t know how to handle, yet trying hard never to be rough.

Overwhelmed by feelings I’d never experienced before, I covered my face with my wet hands. He opened the closed door and found and uncovered the blocked spring. I was afraid I would melt and disappear into the pitch darkness. 

Perhaps that’s what I wanted. I had completely lost my judgment. Like having drunk strong liquor, intoxication and excitement mixed together, and only short, unsightly breaths escaped between my parted lips.

“I’m going to, put it in.”

He said through gritted teeth. I didn’t answer. My lower body was no longer mine. 

The part I had forgotten, keeping it as quiet as an inanimate object, was flowing violently, unable to distinguish between pleasure and pain. 

It was twitching, wet and messy, seemingly urging the male. The sensation of it occasionally pulsing, almost with its own life, gave me goosebumps. But oh, I wanted it too. 

More than anything, desperately, I longed for this deviation, just for a moment, to become one with him in pure darkness without wailing, lamentation, or loneliness. If only that were possible, I felt I could endure the endless eternity ahead willingly.

“Ah!”

I tried to hold it in, but it was impossible. My head fell back at the burning sensation, like flesh being torn. The pressure was terrifying. 

Reflexively, I reached out and grabbed the bedding, squeezing it. Otherwise, another unsightly moan would have escaped. My vision blurred. My already overworked lungs struggled to breathe.

“Ugh, are you okay?”

I didn’t know how far he had entered, but he too seemed quite overwhelmed by the insertion. The panting mixed with his breath was intense. He removed the blanket from my hand and interlocked our fingers. 

How presumptuous for a virgin! 

But I couldn’t bear how good his innate gentleness felt. I couldn’t stand it. I chose the pain. I raised my trembling legs and wrapped them around his slim waist.

At that moment, Persephius’s eyes changed. 

The cute child who had been carefully checking my condition and stammering “should I pull out?” had disappeared somewhere, and a hungry leopard with white flames in its blue eyes took his place. 

The corners of my mouth twisted. I hoped I looked like the arrogant and dignified underworld king. But he seemed to interpret my smile in a completely different way.

The sharp scream didn’t last long. The moment he completely pierced through me, the pain spread into an unfamiliar ecstasy. The joined area gradually opened, and the more we moved, the wetter it became with obscene sounds. 

It was unbelievable. Even when I had touched it with my hand, even when I had just looked at it with my eyes, I had been inwardly terrified by how large it was, yet now it was inside me. 

And that wasn’t enough; somehow it felt like it was swelling even more. Without realizing it, my hips moved.

Was this pleasure? Or confusion caused by the illness? My entire body became sensitive. 

We frantically sought each other and kissed. Soon I felt dizzy, wondering if our bodies had melted together like cinnabar thrown onto a brazier. Each time he moved his hips vigorously and dug deep, I desperately embraced him. 

I could clearly feel the tip of his member and even the veins rubbing against my inner walls. There seemed to be no torture more intense and sweet than this. I wished this moment would never end.

Please, I want you.

I didn’t know when I had started sobbing. The flow of time and the depth of desire mixed together in a daze.

“Me too. Ha, me too, me too.”

Had I spoken aloud? Had I told him the passion filling my mind? 

I shouldn’t have. My body heated up at the sensation of his firm abdomen pressing against my lower belly.

“Per, sephius.”

“Yes, it’s me. I’m here, Hadeia.”

He removed his interlocked hand to wipe my forehead. He removed my hair that was stuck to me with sweat, treating it with utmost preciousness, and kissed me while soothingly caressing my n*pples hardened with excitement. 

With my free hand, I slid along his shoulder, his wing bone, his horse-like sleek back, raising my nails. I instinctively knew that even that would be a pleasure for him.

We lost our minds. Perhaps we wanted to lose them. Like beasts with teeth and claws, he growled, and I didn’t refuse when he grabbed my waist and made me bend over. 

Perhaps I was even glad because I could hide my face crumbling with lust as I rubbed my forehead against the bed. My knees convulsed as they stood firm each time he thrust. 

I don’t know how many times my legs nearly gave way. Whether because of our continued coupling or because of this position, his manhood felt even larger than before, making me breathless each time and sending tingles throughout my limbs.

“Ah, this is, too-“

It was too deep. Even so, I desperately squeezed his hand that perfectly covered the back of mine in an interlocked grip. I didn’t ask him to stop or slow down. 

My eyelids trembled at the sensation of him pounding and shaking my insides. Coupling on all fours like beasts made my breath sweet with perversion rather than shame in my melted mind.

I am a god. The ruler of the underworld. Yet I was mixing bodies with a child young enough to be my nephew. 

I had completely immersed myself in this act, throwing away both dignity and decorum. I wanted him. I wanted the sensation of him wanting me. 

I wanted his touch that made me forget my illness, his lips, his shoulders and chest and even his manhood.

I had crossed the line. No excuse could exonerate me. I would regret this. Yes, I would regret it to the bone. But I couldn’t stop.

I didn’t want to stop.