I really wanted that weapon, and if I was still going to have sex with Freya, that would mean I’d have two victories instead of one. With that in mind, I did as she said and sat right beside her.

"Oh, no hesitation, huh?" Freya smiled at me. "It seems your experience with the Valkyries has made you bold."

"I guess so," I replied, even though I wasn’t sure if my past experience would be much help.

Unlike my Valkyries, Freya was a real goddess. Being so close to the goddess of love was really starting to affect me.

Her body was curvy and beautiful, her breasts full and her hips wide, yet her waist was slim. Her proportions were so perfect that it was impossible for a healthy man not to look at her.

Her white hair was stunning, as if it were possible to turn snow into strands. Her blue eyes, the color of the sea, seemed like they wanted to pull me into their depths and never let me see the sunlight again.

And her flirtatious smile told me she knew exactly how I felt being so close to her, and the goddess was enjoying every second of it.

"So," I finally managed to break free from her trance and gather my thoughts, "what exactly is my mission?"

"Fufu," Freya couldn’t hold back her laughter. "I think you know very well what it is. Don’t make a woman say it. But to be more precise, follow the mission’s guidance to the fullest."

"The guidance?" I wondered, and looked at the mission text once again.

[

New mission: Forced Abstinence

1 - You’re forbidden from having sex with your Valkyries (or any other woman) until dawn.

2 - You’ll be transported to Freya’s palace at night and must follow her orders.

Penalty: If you fail, your dick will be cut off.

]

As I looked at the text floating in front of my eyes, I felt a chill run down my spine. The words "must follow her orders," followed by "your dick will be cut off," were not a good combination in any possible context. The fate of my dick was in Freya’s hands.

"You’re not going to ask me to do anything strange, are you?" I asked her suspiciously.

"Fufu, relax. I don’t intend to make any cruel requests of you," Freya said to me, but her wicked smile didn’t make me feel any calmer.

I wasn’t the only one feeling nervous in Freya’s room. Her servant, who didn’t have such a voluptuous body, was still trembling shyly near the door.

"L-Lady Freya, do I have to stay here?" Brandish asked.

"If you want to leave, feel free, Brandish. But if you stay, you won’t be able to remain just an observer," Freya said to her servant.

I still remembered our previous situation very well, when I was transported to Brandish’s room—and also what Freya had revealed about her. But that didn’t mean Freya could act however she pleased.

"Hey, don’t force Brandish to do things she doesn’t want," I said, stepping in for the girl.

"Don’t treat me like the villain here. I’m doing her a favor. She should be praising me for it."

"W-What?" I was startled by her shameless words.

"You want to do it, don’t you, Brandish?" Freya asked her in the arrogant tone of someone who knew everything.

Brandish didn’t say a word to the goddess, but her actions said enough. Even with her face bright red, she walked over to the bed where we were and sat right beside me. But I couldn’t see her face, since she was staring at the floor.

"It’s already a good start that you came to us, but I think Rick would like to see your face. Isn’t that right, Rick?" Freya asked me, leaning her body against mine.

I didn’t want to be mean to Brandish, but the words just came out, as if Freya had the power to force me to speak the truth.

"I-I want to see it." The words came out of my mouth without much difficulty.

The orange-haired girl slowly turned towards me. The nervousness was still on her face, and aside from her freckles, her entire cheek was red like a pepper, but her green eyes remained fixed on me. Even if she didn’t have Freya’s assets, if she was willing, I would have sex with her if that was what she wanted.

"You’d better make the most of him, Brandish. I had to make sure he didn’t have sex so that we could have him just for ourselves, at least for tonight."

"So that’s why you put that restriction?" I asked her with a frown.

"Of course," Freya didn’t hesitate to answer me. "I am the goddess of love, so I didn’t want to be the seventh to have sex with you. There’s nothing honorable about making a goddess wait in line. So I simply cut ahead. A privilege of mine, I would say."

I could say I was surprised she would go that far just to spend a night with me, but for that, I would have to say I expected something from Freya in the first place. And there was also the part where she threatened to cut off my organ, which still didn’t give me a good opinion of her at the moment.

"But could it be you’re still upset with me? But that’s fine. For the beginning of our night, you can hate me as much as you want. I like difficult men."

Freya’s slender fingers rested on my cheeks, turning my face and bringing me face to face with hers. Her red lips looked soft and delicious, like an apple.

Freya was a beautiful woman. She was probably the embodiment of every man’s desire on the face of the Earth, but this was the first time I felt a real desire to take her body for myself.

"Oh, but it seems you don’t hate me that much," she said, as if she could read me like a book. "I think a kiss is a good way to start. Come."

Without a second thought, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers. Her kiss was just as good as I had imagined; her lips were warm and soft to the touch. Her tongue was receptive and skillful, easily intertwining with mine and caressing me.

I had to pick up the pace so she wouldn’t dictate the rhythm of our kiss. While she tried to keep it slow, I wanted it to be faster. With some difficulty, I managed not to be tamed by Freya—at least for now.

I might be depending on her good mood, but I wouldn’t be completely obedient to her. I might be a mere mortal, but I still have my pride as a man. And I would use all my ability to leave my mark on the goddess.

Freya broke our kiss abruptly. When my eyes opened, I could see that her mischievous gaze hadn’t faded.

"You’re rougher than I thought, but it’s not like I hate that rebellious side of yours. Keep entertaining me like that."

I was about to kiss Freya again in response to her provocative words, but I was stopped by her fingers on my lips.

"Not so fast. I want you to kiss Brandish now," Freya ordered.

I then turned to the other girl beside me. Brandish looked like she was about to have a breakdown from nervousness when she saw me.

"Be gentle with her. Brandish is much older than you, but she’s a virgin, both above and below. So give her a gentle kiss, alright?"

"L-Lady Freya, don’t say that," Brandish protested.

"So you want him to be wilder, Brandish? I’m shocked," Freya said, pretending to be surprised.

"That’s not it," Brandish said, trying to avoid my gaze. "I don’t want Rick to think I’m an old woman."

"Too late. You were thousands of times older than his mother when Rick was still in diapers," Freya said, just to tease her.

Brandish puffed up her cheeks in frustration, which, considering her youthful appearance, I found cute.

"Don’t mind Freya," I said to Brandish. "I would never think of you as an old woman. You are very pretty, in my opinion."

The girl was startled, placing her hands on her chest. "Do you really think I’m pretty?"

I was just going to say yes, but I was so captivated by her beautiful green eyes that I lost my words. My lips moved towards hers, giving her a soft peck.

Following Freya’s orders, I gave Brandish a gentle, light kiss, like the first shy kiss of a couple just starting out.

When our lips parted, Brandish looked at me like a girl in love with her first crush. Her eyes were restless with emotion, yet still fixed on me.

"Not bad," Freya said to me. "At least for a start."

Freya got up from the bed and quickly threw herself onto my lap, her face just a few inches away from mine, her massive cleavage right below my field of vision.

"But like I said, as a goddess, I have priority in line."