“What are you thinking, not taking what you wanted when it’s right in front of you?”

Livia, trembling beneath her rich red hair, glared at Triton with fierce determination, clutching her chest with shaking hands. Despite everything she had endured, the potent influence of Dionysus’s wine left her body overly sensitive. A lingering desire slithered up her spine like a snake, ignited by her tingling n*pples.

What she wanted…

Suddenly, she remembered why she had dared to confront the sea god so boldly. In a rush, Livia reached out and grabbed his neck, demanding urgently,

“Hand it over, Triton. Your weakness.”

“You should be grateful for my mercy, Livia.”

Just because you have a pretty mouth doesn’t mean you can say whatever you want.

Triton chuckled at her incredulous expression, gently removing her hand from his neck and placing it over his heart—the very spot Livia always aimed for but had never managed to pierce.

“Look closely, Livia. Don’t look anywhere else.”

With those words, Triton guided her hand downward. As fear crept over her face, Livia felt something firm yet soft within her palm. It was his manhood.

“Ah…!”

Startled, she tried to pull away, but his large hand held hers firmly in place. He moved her hand slowly, keeping it pressed against him.

“What are you doing…!”

“I told you to look straight at it,” he commanded in a voice that growled like a beast. Simultaneously, Triton moved Livia’s hand up and down along the sh*ft. It thickened and twitched under her touch, barely fitting within her grasp.

A low moan escaped Triton’s lips. The sight was so lewd and enticing that Livia struggled to resist staring at his face. Just then, she noticed something strange happening where Triton had told her to focus.

Why was it doing that…?

Beneath his skin, it was red. Not just flushed from heat, but as if his heart glowed and burned beneath a thin membrane. It was an unusual sight, and she was certain it had something to do with the weakness he had mentioned. At that moment, Livia brought her free hand to the glowing spot.

As soon as her fingers touched it, Triton whispered with a groan,

“…A merman’s pl*asure is also his weakness. When the heart heats up.”

Just as he said, it was hot. Really hot.

Though his body was cold like a cold-blooded creature, this spot was uniquely warm. As her trembling fingers caressed his heart, Triton exhaled roughly, like a beast growling.

“When it turns bright red as if it’s about to burst… that’s when you strike, Livia.”

Though she had asked for his weakness, she hadn’t imagined it would be like this. Watching him with disbelief, Livia pressed her fingers gently against the glowing heart. He laughed, gripping her hand and whispered,

“Not that you could burst it with just a finger.”

“……”

“And this level of pleasure isn’t enough.”

Triton tightened his grip on Livia’s hand, intensifying the motion up and down the smooth pillar. As his ar*usal grew, so did the vividness of the red glow over his heart.

“So, Livia,” he whispered, drawing her gaze from his reddening heart back to him.

“To break my heart, you’ll have to drown me in pleasure…”

She felt it pulsing and swelling in her palm. He leaned in, whispering softly in her ear,

“…Can you do it?”

His voice was so sweet that it sent shivers up her arms. How could he make such an irresistible offer in such a honeyed tone?

How could she refuse?

Livia, who had been glaring at him, smiled with tear-filled eyes. Her first smile towards Triton was fierce.

“With a god personally revealing his weakness and even presenting his arousal to this humble, lowly human, why wouldn’t I take on the challenge?”

Livia roughly tore off her soaked clothes.

Whether he killed her or she harmed him, one of them had to be destroyed for this ordeal to end.

Hadn’t she vowed to endure any trial for revenge against those who had killed her family? Livia had not forgotten that vow.

Watching her with narrowed eyes, he suddenly let out a light laugh. It was a smile that resembled the calm before a storm.

“Indeed, you are brave.”

“…You flatter me.”

“Then I’ll gladly swallow you whole.”

As Triton moved, the once calm spring water engulfed their entwined bodies like a tidal wave. Livia closed her eyes tightly and willingly spread her legs towards the raging waves.

***

A woman with the face of an old man and the tail of a snake approached Tyche, the goddess of fortune and misfortune, pleading.

“Oh beloved and revered goddess of fate, please show mercy to this foolish friend.”

In the darkness, the goddess stirred and looked up with sleepy eyes at the witch, momentarily too surprised to close her mouth.

“Oh… my old friend, what happened while I was asleep?”

At the goddess’s lament, the old witch approached her feet, curling up and sobbing.

“If you pity me, please lend me your wise eyes.”

“…What curiosity brings you to me?”

There were many goddesses who could foresee fate, but the most celebrated were the three sisters of the Moirai.

Most humans, when seeking to know their destiny, would turn to the Moirai or think of their brother Moros.

It was foolish. If they understood how much their fate and future could change in the realm of fortune, they wouldn’t do so…

The black witch worshipped Tyche, the goddess of fortune and misfortune. She was always warm and kind to Tyche, praising her, believing that one day everyone would recognize Tyche’s abilities as the greatest.

Thus, the goddess was merciful and generous to the witch Echidna. Even if everyone whispered that she was ominous, Tyche silently cherished Echidna.

“Even the smallest clue would be enough; please reveal the fate of the god who shares my blood.”

“O foolish ghost of the sea, even a god cannot dare to predict the fate assigned to another god.”

“Anything will do! Even the tiniest thread, please, I beg you…!”

Watching her old friend and supporter huddled at her feet, pleading repeatedly, the goddess felt a pang in her heart. After a sigh and some thought, she whispered in a small voice, avoiding the ears of other gods.

“…Then, for the sake of our long friendship, I will tell you.”

“I am all ears, listening intently.”

The goddess’s blue breath scattered into the air, and finally, a thread of fate flowed from her lips.

A red-haired human would split the heart of the sea in two.

Red hair.

Red hair.

Red hair…

The blind black witch immediately set out to find the red-haired human.

The human who would divide the heart of the sea.

This was the witch’s long-held desire.

For the downfall of the sibling she so fervently wished for.

And finally…

“Oh goddess of vengeance, I offer this woman’s life as a sacrifice; please allow this poor shepherd to avenge her enemy!”

After wandering for a long time, the red-haired woman, crying desperately, fell into her hands.