The air was filled with the smell of lust, and he racked his brains to find the right words to describe the beautiful scenery in front of him. Whether it was the smooth and well-proportioned shoulders or the slender waist, the graceful and slender neck or the strong and healthy body.
The strong legs and the sight in front of him made him marvel. Every time, he would carefully look at the witch's perfect figure and never get tired of it. It was at this moment. Bayonetta walked out of the bathroom and sat down to dress up with drops of water all over her body.
In front of the stage, she raised her arms high and used her hands to slowly roll up the thick long hair that fell like a waterfall. The cloud-like long hair piled on her shoulders, revealing a white swan neck with a few strands of wet hair, and her crystal clear
The water droplets were full of nostalgia, slowly sliding down her amazing waist and hip line and straight spine.
"Come to mommy, little one." She blinked at Salomon in the mirror. The next moment, Salomon suddenly disappeared from the bed and then appeared behind her, his hands touching her wet waist.
He kissed his body and kissed his neck affectionately. The fatigue after the passion slowly dissipated, and Salomon's body recovered again, ready for the next round of fighting.
"This is a strange title, Bayonetta." Salomon said, half annoyed and half shy, "It sounds a bit embarrassing."
"Can you still play like this with other people?" The witch proudly raised her chin and accepted the mystic's kiss. She half-closed her eyes and watched Salomon help her hang up her earrings and necklace. Even without clothes,
These jewelry can also show unusual beauty on the witch. "Next is the strict teacher, I also have a small whip." She said with a smile, "Boya, you are such a bad student, you actually attacked in class
Teacher, I need to teach you a lesson. Uh-huh~"
"I still prefer the dancer's outfit." Salomon thought of the beautiful outfit in the witch's wardrobe, which was composed of lavender tulle and gold chains. When Bayonetta put on the outfit that showed off her figure, she
That irresistible charm instantly penetrated his defenses, so much so that he still thought of those light gold chains on those cute toes from time to time.
Just as Bayonetta and Salomon were whispering, the bedroom door opened with a bang.
Joan of Arc stood there with her arms crossed and a displeased look on her face.
"It's been five hours, how long are you going to play!" She raised her eyes, scanned the environment in the bedroom, and then sniffed again. Her face turned red instantly. Joan of Arc knew what this smell was.
, but the white-haired witch still tried hard to maintain her composure. "You actually... Dinah has already prepared dinner. Come and eat quickly! Wait until your adoptive mother comes. That woman has long disliked us. The scene here is
Comparable to "The One Hundred and Twenty Days of Sodom"! Get dressed quickly, don't let her see you being so ridiculous!"
"I think there is still some time. Jeanne, don't you plan to join? Don't be shy, my friend, this place is not as bad as you said." Faced with Bayonetta's invitation, Jeanne just murmured a few times.
Her eyes widened and she groped around with her hands, but her pistol was on the dresser and she had no weapons on her. Finally, she slammed the bedroom door and ran back to her room, leaving only
Bayonetta let out a series of jeers.
Athena's visit was not sudden, but planned.
Ever since Salomon met the Earth Mother Goddess, she wanted to ask about Salomon's harvest. Although Salomon was very ruthless in his analysis of his own nature, he still felt a little embarrassed when he faced his adoptive mother.
Because of him, the complicated blood relationship between Kama Taj and the Greek pantheon is really confusing.
Athena's toned and powerful arms are wearing golden armbands with carved Greek keys, and the ruby ribbon sandals on her feet are spotless with twisted gold threads. Her beautiful long golden hair is tied up and tightly tied behind her head. Gold is Athens.
Na's favorite color, whether it is her shield or armor, is gorgeous gold. Even without armor, just wearing a simple white dress, the contradictory combination of purity and luxury is so perfect on her. Salomon feels that if
As Prince Paris, I would probably give her the golden apple without even thinking about it.
She crossed her legs and sat on the leather sofa, as if she was the hostess.
Joan of Arc rolled her eyes, fully expressing her disdain for Athena. If it weren't for Salomon, she would have fought with this arrogant woman. She poked Bayonetta with her finger, but Black
The hair witch pretended that it didn't happen.
"I have known about this for a long time. You are my adopted son, and I have been observing you for a long time. Do you think you can hide the uniqueness of your soul from me?" The wise goddess of war cut the apple with a knife.
With a nonchalant look, "Why do you think I would take you to see Hekate just to confirm this matter? If this is the reason why you don't come to see me, it just means you are too shy. That's good.
, it means that your essence has not erased your humanity for the time being. I think you also think this is a good thing, don't you?"
The strong adoptive mother did not leave any room for Salomon to speak.
She stuffed the sliced apple into Salomon's mouth as if he were a child.
"I think I can do it myself, Athena." Salomon sighed. He took the fruit before the witch stabbed the knife through the table and refused Athena's feeding. He had to wonder what Athena's purpose was here.
What it is, it's definitely not as simple as "the children in the orphanage want to meet Salomon".
The female war goddess glanced at the mystic who was busy distributing fruits to the witch. No matter how powerful Salomon was, he seemed to be very content to play the role of an ordinary person at home. What he did included but was not limited to washing clothes and washing dishes.
Making delicious food. Athena can only temporarily think that this is a manifestation of human nature and a means for Salomon to retain his humanity and suppress his divinity. However, the future of this world does not need these things. Even if Salomon is reluctant, he must face his true nature.
side.
He is more powerful than the God King Zeus, and he should complete his mission. The goddess of wisdom's calculations began to change from the moment she helped Salomon, and the dispute between Salomon and the Olympus gods began.
It was inevitable, and she would always be on the winning side. She had already placed her bet.
"Did the Earth Mother make some suggestions to you?" she asked. Salomon nodded and acquiesced.
"Your thoughts?"
"I don't think we need those things yet." The mystic mage shook his head and winked at the witches, saying that he would confess, but not now. The female war goddess looked at her adopted son, nodded, and agreed to this statement.
She knew there were things Salomon didn't want to say, but that didn't mean there was any estrangement between her and Salomon. She knew Salomon loved her, and although she had plans for Salomon, those feelings were not
It can be erased casually. The future will be a win-win situation. She has no intention of using Salomon as a disposable tool. She is the mother of heroes, not the enemy of heroes.
Athena left, leaving a mess behind.
Salomon could only confess to the witches the deal proposed by the Earth Mother, but he hid a large part of it, including those of Athena. He only said that the Earth Mother planned to use his soul to create some powerful new humans.
, those special individuals will share certain characteristics of him, such as excellent thinking ability, excellent combat ability or powerful magical talent.
He assured the witch that he did not need to do this for the time being.