Chapter 178: My Hera, Have You Missed Me?
Such Hera was truly lovely to the extreme.
Zeus finally arrived at the corner where Hera was alone, unceremoniously yet with an irresistible tenderness, taking her warm jade-like hand.
He gazed into her eyes, his voice low and magnetic, asking warmly: “My dearest Hera, my beloved Goddess of Reproduction and Fertility, have you missed me?”
This sudden intimacy made Hera stiffen all over; she instinctively glanced toward Metis with a hint of panic, discovering that the Goddess of Wisdom was engaged in a rather “intense” friendly exchange with Demeter, the Lady of Night, the Goddess of Memory, and other gods, the atmosphere enthusiastic, completely absorbed at present, with no attention to spare for Him.
Only then did Hera quietly set aside the heart that had risen to her throat, but what followed was an even more surging guilt toward Metis, along with an indescribable heartache and sorrow.
She no longer paid attention to Zeus’s words and tried forcefully to pull her hand free from Zeus’s generous and powerful great palm, but just like countless times before, it ultimately ended in failure.
In the end, she could only give up helplessly, allowing Zeus to hold her soft, boneless little hand in his palm and toy with it freely.
Zeus smiled smugly in his heart; He knew that His beloved Hera could never truly refuse Him.
But He also understood not to push her too hard, so holding Hera’s hand, He led her to a more secluded corner of the palace that would not attract the gods’ notice.
Then with a backhand wave, a Thunder Barrier silently unfolded; the barrier was thin as a cicada’s wings, with fine golden electric light and exquisite runes flowing across it, yet it completely isolated all sights and sounds from inside and out.
Although wherever the God King was became the center of the universe, forever the focus of the gods’ gazes, facing the God King’s clear unwillingness to be disturbed, all the gods naturally tacitly chose to “look the other way.”
This tacit understanding of self-deception was enough to make Hera’s taut nerves no longer so tense.
Many times, giving a reason and steps is very important.
In this enclosed little environment that seemed to exist only for the two gods, Hera indeed relaxed a bit.
But she still turned her body sideways, lowering her swan-like graceful neck, not daring to look directly at Zeus’s brilliant eyes, which were the same color as her own and seemed able to pierce everything.
A smile played at the corners of Zeus’s lips as his long, strong fingers toyed with Hera’s delicate little hand, not urging her, just quietly waiting for her reply.
It must be said that there are no wrong names, but absolutely no wrong titles.
The jade arms of White-armed Hera, and this pair of soft hands, were truly exquisite and flawless, a perfect work of art.
For a woman, the foremost nobility lies in her hands.
Only those women who are pampered and of noble birth can have such jade arms and soft hands that are flawlessly fair and tender.
Although goddesses do not have the minor flaws of mortal spirits, White-armed Hera’s jade arms still surpassed all the gods; these were jade arms and soft hands never tainted by the mortal world.
Their purity like jade and ice, whiteness surpassing frost, went without saying; what was even more rare was their slender and perfectly proportioned form, every inch just right—truly like tender bamboo shoots, icy chopsticks in winter chill; or like lotus stamens glistening with dew, radiant with congealed cream.
Today she wore a purple-golden off-shoulder gauze skirt, her brilliant waist-length golden hair cascading naturally like a waterfall, with a noble golden laurel wreath in her hair, and a gold-and-white sash around her waist that outlined her slender, barely-a-handspan waist to perfection.
Beneath the skirt’s hem, her long, straight calves—like the proudest masterpiece of a divine craftsman—were mostly wrapped in a pair of magnificent golden boots.
Though not clearly visible, with Zeus’s piercing gaze that saw through all, this pair of perfect long legs that transcended mortal aesthetic limits were already vividly clear in His heart.
Unfortunately, Hera was different from ordinary goddesses; she did not like to go barefoot but kept her small, exquisite, flawless jade feet hidden within the golden boots.
Zeus had only seen them a few times, but the first sight alone had imprinted that breathtaking beauty deeply into His divinity, making Him unable to forget.
However, her in golden boots had a distinct heroic air and nobility, extremely beautiful!
Anyway, in Zeus’s eyes, He liked her no matter how He looked!
His beloved Hera was the best no matter what she looked like!
Being toyed with so intently by Zeus, Hera felt a heat flow from her fingertips spreading throughout her body, her divinity seemingly slightly feverish.
She tried to maintain a calm facade, pretending nothing was amiss, but Zeus’s affection and cherishing stirred an irrepressible joy in her heart.
But seeing Zeus not content with just playing and actually grasping her little hand, leaning down as if to bring it to his lips, this pushing one’s luck startled her, and she hurriedly tried to yank her hand back.
Although she successfully stopped Zeus’s excessive action, she no longer dared to remain silent.
To break this heart-fluttering ambiguity, she could only stiffly change the subject, saying softly: “Zeus… your newly designed Heavenly Dao Order is really… very impressive.”
Still not daring to look at Him, her gaze turned to the Thunder Barrier beside them, adding in a mosquito-like whisper: “Only you could come up with such a perfect order.”
Hearing this, Zeus let out a low, pleased chuckle: “The gods’ duties are too heavy; if continued long-term, it will inevitably breed disorder and slackness.”
“And the main reason is that I truly cannot bear to let my beloved Hera be mired in tedious toil in the long years of the future.”
The amorous Heavenly Father smoothly pulled Hera’s soft body into his embrace, holding her tightly, burying his face in her golden hair that emitted a faint orchid and sweet fragrance, murmuring indistinctly: “My beloved Hera is an indispensable great goddess of the universe; without a once-and-for-all solution, you would be extremely exhausted. That won’t do—I would ache to death.”
“Moreover, how can you be busy all day with monotonous work? Wouldn’t that leave no time to accompany me? I want my beloved Hera by my side every moment.”
The pure and loyal Goddess Hera, how could she withstand such direct and fervent words from this affectionate God Lord?
She softly pressed against Zeus’s firm, warm chest, tightly pursing her full red lips, unable to say a word.
Those jade arms that had been stiffly placed on her chest, maintaining a final defensive posture, finally, imperceptibly, tentatively climbed onto Zeus’s back, hugging Him in return.
This warm and solid embrace was her deepest attachment in the depths of her divine soul; she seemed forever unable to truly refuse it.
In Zeus’s embrace, it was as if all disturbances and harms of the universe were isolated, making her feel so, so at peace.
Zeus clearly felt Hera’s yielding and that instant of melting; the God King’s lips curved slightly upward.
He knew all too well that for a goddess like Hera—outwardly loyal and tenacious, inwardly craving sole love, with unyielding resolute divinity—it took seven parts honeyed words and three parts domineering force to conquer.
Since ancient times, stars too are swayed by the sun’s gravity; even the proudest goddess finds it hard to resist ceaseless pursuit.
Even the fiercest woman fears a persistent suitor.
He brought his lips to her ear, his hot breath brushing her sensitive earlobe, continuing to probe in a seductive voice: “My dear Hera, quickly tell me, have you missed me?”
Hearing this, Hera rolled an elegant white eye in the beloved God King’s broad chest, using all her strength discreetly: Damn Zeus, this bastard! Always asking what he already knows!
Though complaining inwardly, her body was very honest.
She still lightly nodded that proud head in Zeus’s embrace, the motion so subtle yet deliberately clear for Zeus to feel.
She also understood that without giving Him a satisfactory reply, this seemingly gentle but actually most domineering God King would not stop.
Zeus felt even more smug and immediately wanted to push his luck further.
Having toiled so long weaving the Heavenly Dao laws, the longing and lust in His heart had accumulated too much; now with His beloved goddess warm and fragrant in His arms, He felt it necessary to reward Himself.
However, His large hand containing the Power of Thunder had just begun to stealthily misbehave, not yet able to fully savor that indescribable, breathtaking wonder, when Hera in His arms changed expression drastically, her divine power surging, actually pushing Zeus away directly.
Her beautiful golden pupils now burned with flames of shame and anger, glaring fiercely at Zeus.
She then carefully retreated a step, vigilantly creating distance, not giving Him another chance to act recklessly.
Though she was the great Mother Goddess of Reproduction and Fertility, she was now truly the most pure and flawless virgin goddess.
But would Zeus let the treasure in His grasp escape?
He immediately closed in at even greater speed, with unreactable, unresisting swiftness, once again tightly embracing that soft, fragrant body without leaving a gap.
“My dear, you cannot imagine how much I have missed you. In this time without you, endless as eternity, all My divinity has yearned and roared for you.”
“Hera, Hera, my Hera,”
He called her true name again and again in nearly a murmur, as if it were the most enchanting spell in the world: “Please do not resist me; even just let Me hold you quietly like this.”
The pure goddess struggled hard in His arms, but even with her great power to shake star rivers, before the God King’s absolute power, she was no different from any delicate woman fallen in love.
That bit of resistance was like snowflakes cast into lava, instantly vanishing into nothingness.
In the end, she could only give up, using all her energy to carefully guard against Zeus’s extremely restless large hands.
