It was incredible how everything in that world felt real. Even though it wasn’t my body there, both my sense of touch and my clothes perfectly replicated how I would be in the human world. I had never stopped to think about that before this last visit, first because of the food Freya had given me, and now because of her body.

Freya’s body was beautiful and very curvy, stirring my imagination just by looking at it. Her scent was sweet and hypnotizing, drawing me in like a bee captivated by a flower.

Freya was sitting on my lap, her soft, shapely thighs pressing against mine, while the open slit of her dress exposed her gorgeous legs.

My hands held her by the waist, and Freya’s arms were wrapped around my neck as she stared at me intently, amused by how paralyzed I was by her physical beauty. Especially her plots.

"You really like these, don’t you?" Freya said, referring to her bazoombas.

I made an effort to pull my gaze away from Freya’s assets, which I consider quite impressive on my part, considering how truly beautiful her mounds were—and they were right in front of me, almost exposed by the V-neckline of her dress.

"How cute~" Freya said with a smile. "He turned all red~"

Beside me, Brandish was witnessing the scene. In the brief moment I looked at her, the petite girl was staring at her practically flat chest. Even under her dress, it didn’t look like she had much of a bust.

Freya then asked me, "I’d like to know, do you want to bury your face in them?"

I was still on her mission, so I thought it best to answer her. "Yes."

"Really?" Freya said, smiling at me. "Then I’ll show you how I’m a good goddess."

"How so?" I asked her.

"You can take a peek at this," Freya replied without hesitation in her voice.

She grabbed the part of her dress near her cleavage and pulled it aside until the pink tip of her breast was exposed.

"See how I’m a good goddess. You should feel honored by this," Freya said to me as she flaunted her nudity before my eyes.

Freya then revealed her other breast, and in no time, the bountiful breasts of the goddess of love were right in front of me. Her fair skin was unblemished, with only her delicate pink nipples standing out.

"I am so merciful that I will allow you to savor them," Freya said to me. Her hands grasped her titties as if offering them to me.

Despite how beautiful she was, I wasn’t very pleased with the goddess’s attitude. So I thought about giving her a small lesson.

I accepted the offer. I leaned my face towards Freya’s chest and began to lick her nipple.

"You’re such a good boy, Rick." That’s what she said.

And that was exactly what I didn’t like about Freya’s attitude. She was treating me as if I were some kind of pet. But ironically, the class she gave me could work against that attitude.

Freya gave me the Valkyrie Tamer class, and I was already more confident in my sexual prowess, so I wondered if it was possible to dominate the goddess.

Thinking that, I teased Freya’s nipple, my tongue frantically massaging the pink tip of her breast. And when it seemed more sensitive to my touch, I gave it a light nibble.

"Ahn~" A moan escaped Freya’s lips, and she quickly covered her mouth, surprised at herself.

"Lady Freya... moaned!" Brandish said with a dumbfounded expression.

I removed my mouth from Freya’s tit and asked Brandish, "Is it really that rare?"

"Very rare!" Brandish exclaimed.

"Really? Not even when she pleasures herself? Like, Freya watches what I do with my Valkyries, right?" I asked Brandish, almost as if Freya wasn’t right in front of me.

"Hey, I’m right here, you kn—Ahn~" Freya said in a somewhat annoyed tone, so I gave her nipple a small pinch. It’s very rude to interrupt a civilized conversation, and not even a goddess should be spared punishment for that.

Brandish didn’t seem to mind the punishment I was giving Freya and continued talking to me as if nothing had happened. "Lady Freya really does watch everything that happens, but she doesn’t masturbate while watching."

"Unlike a certain someone..." Freya said in a slightly more agitated voice. Brandish flushed the moment the goddess said that.

"I’m surprised." I continued speaking with Brandish despite the situation. "Even if you say that, Freya seems quite sensitive to my touch."

While I talked to the petite woman beside me, my hands didn’t stop playing with Freya’s breasts. They were soft, and it felt very good to knead them, to feel their pudding-like texture.

"Aahn~" I finished my massage of Freya’s breasts by giving both of the goddess of love’s nipples light pinches. The result was instantaneous, with the divinity moaning loudly.

For some reason, the goddess was quite sensitive to my touch, which meant my desire to dominate her wasn’t such a distant goal. That made a smug smile spread across my face as I looked at her.

"D-Don’t get any stupid ideas!" Freya said to me. "You still have to obey me, understood?"

I closed my eyes and said, "Don’t worry, Lady Freya. Not for a single moment did it cross my mind to disobey you."

My hands continued to grope Freya’s breasts without hesitation, my thick fingers sinking into her divine mounds.

"Huh!" A muffled sound escaped Freya’s mouth.

"I will do whatever you order me to," I said with a malicious smile that rivaled hers. "My only goal is for you to feel pleasure. If you want me to stop caressing your breasts, I will stop without a second thought."

I wasn’t lying, but it was certainly a half-truth. I really would stop if she ordered me to, but I wondered if she would ask me to stop giving her a pleasure that was so rare for her.

If she decided that I had to stop, she would stop receiving the stimulation she was enjoying, even though she would never admit it. If she wanted me to continue, sooner or later I would dominate her. It was only a matter of time.

"Then, my goddess, what is your desire?" I asked her, my words probably coming out more dramatic than I intended.

Freya looked at me with a certain anger that didn’t match the face of pleasure she had just moments ago. She averted her gaze, making me think she would simply ask me for something else, but I was surprised by her words.

"C-Continue... with my breasts."

Freya couldn’t have made me happier by saying that. And of course, as her humble and devoted servant, I would fulfill the goddess’s request.

I placed my mouth on Freya’s left breast, making no effort to hold back as I licked her tit, teasing her delicate nipple. My left hand was quite busy groping the woman’s right breast, squeezing her mound as I pleased.

"Aahn~" Freya moaned as she felt the pressure I imposed on her body. "Be more gentle, ahn~"

I pulled my mouth away from her mound and asked, "As you wish, my goddess. But if I may ask, are you sure, Lady Freya?"

"Why do you ask me that?" she said, her heart torn between the pleasure of my touch and the irritation with my attitude. It was good to know the feeling was mutual.

"I ask because if I lessen my intensity, I might not be enough to satisfy you sexually," I gave that shameless excuse. "If I’m too gentle, it might not feel as good as it does now. If I’m too rough, your pleasure will turn into pain. I believe what I’m doing now is just right."

It seemed my words had some impact on her, because she replied, "Then proceed as you wish..."

Freya’s flushed face, stirred up by me, filled my heart with even more satisfaction than her words.

"Of course, my goddess." But as I said that, my eyes met those of the girl beside me. "But I believe I should also give some attention to Brandish."

Freya’s expression seemed somewhat displeased with what I said, so I had to calm her a little before moving on to the next step.

"Don’t worry, Freya. The quality I’ll give you won’t decrease. You have my word," I told her.

Freya seemed hesitant, but luckily she said, "If that’s the case, then I will allow it."

"Eh?!" Brandish was startled as Freya got off me. "There’s no need, you can give your attention to Lady Freya! I’ll go last!"

"Are you sure, Brandish?" I asked her softly. There was no need to be cunning with her the way I was with Freya. My hand moved inside her dress until it touched her underwear. "You’re already wet down there."

Words couldn’t describe how red she became. My fingers gently caressed the part of her panties near her slit.

"I think you’ll feel more comfortable taking off your clothes, Brandish."