When the Godhoods were fully stripped, manifesting as physical substances emitting a brilliant, prismatic radiance, Chisato and the others weakened visibly. Their powerful, divine auras plummeted instantly to the level of Demon Lords.
The spiritual exhaustion and the sharp drop in power were expected. Although painful, it was a matter of adjusting. Compared to the state Raphaeline had been in when she was first rescued, this was a million times better.
"Good work. Rest for a bit; I'll begin the treatment shortly."
Ethan swept the three Godhoods—each pulsing with immense power—into his pocket dimension. Together with Raphaeline, he helped the three back to their room. After three days of intensive care, Raphaeline had largely recovered and could move normally, though her soul and body still required further "sessions" to reach perfection.
The removal of the Godhoods caused a regression in their life essence, sending waves of intense loss and emptiness crashing through Chisato, Frigga, and Sif. Chisato fared better; she had already dual-cultivated with Ethan and knew what to expect. Besides, this emptiness was nothing compared to the agonizing void she felt whenever Ethan's "dragon" would suddenly leave her body mid-cultivation. To stop halfway in dual cultivation was a torment that transcended the physical.
Frigga and Sif, however, were struggling. Since becoming goddesses, they had rarely experienced true combat—they couldn't be compared to a seasoned Valkyrie like Raphaeline. To put it kindly, they were gifted talents chosen by their Godhoods at a young age; to put it bluntly, they were pampered. In fact, if not for the incident with Raphaeline that forced Chisato to seal her power and descend to the human world, Chisato would have been just as soft.
They were symbols of deterrence rather than warriors. If the Ten Primary Gods all went to war, it wouldn't be a Three-Faction War; it would be the end of the Three Realms. These high-and-mighty goddesses had never felt such vulnerability. Even after being laid on the bed, they remained in a daze.
It was only when Ethan left to make preparations and Chisato started stripping that they realized what was about to happen.
"Chisato-chan... you... you..."
"Sister Sif, don't be nervous."
Chisato was the youngest of the four goddesses and called everyone "Sister." Interestingly, despite her youthful looks, Sif was actually the oldest, followed by Raphaeline and then Frigga. This ranking was based on when they joined the Ten Primary Gods. Only Raphaeline and Chisato were blood-related—they were cousins. Despite being the eldest, Sif had the personality of a child. This was why Raphaeline had been sent to handle the Three-Faction War instead of her.
"Um... I heard the first time hurts a lot. Is it true, Chisato-chan?"
Sif's expression betrayed her. After the initial panic, she was clearly filled with anticipation. Her mind was likely already picturing the three of them sharing one bed and one man.
Frigga's heart hammered against her ribs. She shot Sif a glare and said, "Stop acting. I can see you've been waiting for this..."
Sif was too easy to read, and Frigga was an expert observer who had lived with her for years. Yet, Frigga didn't realize her own heart was changing too. The void left by the missing Godhood made her crave the effects of Ethan's "treatment." Sif's question about the pain also touched a nerve. No matter how mature and steady she acted, she was a virgin too!
Caught in her thoughts, Sif felt a wave of shameful excitement. Her resistance to the idea of the three of them serving Ethan together was fading, replaced by a growing urge to try it.
Their internal struggle didn't last long. Ethan had handed the Godhoods over to Rias, asking her to return them to the Ten Primary Gods via Underworld connections to settle the score. After explaining that tonight would be a "healing marathon," he stepped back into the room.
The moment he pushed the door open, he saw two stunning goddesses on the massive bed. Their faces were a cocktail of panic, shame, tension... and a sliver of longing. Ethan felt a surge of triumph. Frigga and Sif were an unexpected bonus. Though they weren't part of his original plans, their talent was undeniable. With a month of "treatment," he'd have two more God-level powerhouses—even if their combat experience was a bit lacking.
"Now, who starts first?"
Ethan closed the door. With a flick of blue magic, his clothes vanished, leaving him completely naked. This was the first time Sif and Frigga had ever seen a naked man. Both let out a low gasp. Frigga's was a cry of alarm, while Sif's held a flash of mischief.
Seeing Ethan's massive, throbbing member as he strode into the room, Frigga panicked.
"Ethan-kun... please, let little Chisato and Sister Sif go first..."
Frigga was overwhelmed with shame. Staring at the monster between Ethan's legs, she begged for a delay. She knew her turn was inevitable, but if Sif wasn't there, she might have just closed her eyes and let him ravage her. Having Sif watch her get broken was a nightmare—she'd never hear the end of it. Plus, watching Sif go first would allow her to prepare herself mentally.
Chisato, however, had already crawled over to embrace him. "If they don't want it, I'll take him first."
Feeling Chisato's incredibly smooth, voluptuous body against him, Ethan's dragon roared to life, standing proud and tall. Staring at the awakened beast, a glazed look came over Sif's cute face. Her desire reached a fever pitch.
"Chisato-chan, I want him..."
The moment the words left her mouth, Sif regretted it. Even if she wanted it, she shouldn't have been so blatant, especially with Frigga acting so modest. Now she looked like a total nympho.
"Actually, never mind, I—"
"Great! Sister Sif, you go first." Chisato stepped away from Ethan, leaving the battlefield to Sif.
Sif stared, eyes wide, caught in a trap of her own making. Chisato was already naked, and Sif and Frigga were mostly there, though they still clutched bits of fabric to hide their bits. Seeing Sif's dazed, cute expression, Ethan stepped forward and pulled her into his arms.
"Ah..."
With a soft cry from the girl, Ethan stripped away her remaining clothes. He pinned Sif onto the bed, prying her milky-white legs apart to reveal her pink garden.
Her legs were tender and white, her ass round and pert. At the junction of her thighs was a slender slit, perfectly hairless. In the divine realms, goddesses used magic to keep themselves "clean" for hygiene and aesthetic reasons. Without any hair to block the view, Ethan had a clear look at her plump, "white tiger" mound.
Sif's body was a study in contrasts: she had the face of a doll but the heavy, swaying breasts of a mature woman. Her nipples were like small red beans, surrounded by pale pink areolas that screamed of her innocence. Her waist was so thin it could be held in one hand.
Under Ethan's gaze, her nipples hardened. A faint flush spread across her translucent skin. The room began to fill with a scent like orchids and musk. Ethan decided to tease her further. He admired her body, focusing on the tightly closed pink slit, before grabbing her chin and tilting her head back.
He crushed his lips against hers in a deep, hungry kiss. His right hand squeezed one of her heavy mounds, kneading the soft flesh, while his mouth moved down to suck on her right nipple. He bit and licked the red bud, using his tongue to flick the tip with force.
Sif's body began to tremble. Deep within her lower belly, her womb hummed with sensitivity. Her garden felt agonizingly empty, torn between a desire to resist and a desperate need for his touch.
Ethan moved his mouth to her other breast, slowly nursing while his hand traced the curves of her body—moving from her thin waist to her pert buttocks, finally coming to rest at her slick, wet slit. He used his fingers to mimic his cock, probing and digging to prepare her for the real thing.
Sif lost all sense of reason. She twisted her body beneath him, throwing away her shame and arching her hips to meet his fingers so he could play with her deeper. The tingling pleasure from her vaginal canal shot straight to her brain, forcing a moan from her throat.
"Ah... I can't... it feels... so good..."
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pinch on her breast—Ethan had nibbled on her hardened nipple. The slight pain exploded into even more intense pleasure. The sensations from her garden became even more exquisite. The unprecedented bliss reached her marrow, and she let out silent gasps of ecstasy.
"Ah... no... not there..." Sif cried out.
Ethan's hand had wandered to her round ass, and now, fingers wet with her own juices, he was probing her tight pink rosebud (anus), stimulating the ring with rhythmic pokes. For a pure goddess, this was a place of ultimate shame, but the physical pleasure tripled her desire, causing her juices to overflow.
Sif bit her lip, trying to swallow her moans. But under Ethan's expert touch, her body was a live wire. Even a brush against her breasts sent jolts of lust through her. Despite her efforts to endure, her legs fell open shamelessly.
"Ngh..."
Sif gripped Ethan's muscular shoulders, her waist lifting off the bed. Ethan smirked and focused his attention on her clitoris, flicking it with his thumb. Sif gasped for air, and her juices began to pour out in a steady stream, soaking Ethan's hand.
Ethan's breathing became heavy. His cock throbbed with a life of its own.
"Just the foreplay, and you're already breaking?"
Sif panted, her mouth open. "No... stop... I..."
She was on the brink. Her clit was being toyed with so perfectly—she couldn't hold it back!
"Ngh, no! Let go of me! I'm going to... I'm going to cum! AHHHHH!"
Sif finally screamed as a jet of transparent fluid erupted from her slit, spraying directly onto Ethan's hot dragon, making it twitch and jump.
Seeing her in such a state, Ethan's restraint finally snapped. He ripped her panties from where they hung at her ankles and forced himself between her thighs. He leaned into her face, both of them panting.
"Squirting before you're even broken? You really are built for dual cultivation."
He leaned in and sucked her lips, swallowing her moans. He used his tongue to raid her mouth while his hand guided his hot, swollen dragon to the entrance of her flooding garden.
"Even if it's your first time, in this state, you should take it easily."
Ethan didn't waste another second. He lunged forward. The entrance to her virgin garden was incredibly tight, but with her massive amount of lubrication, his cock slid in with a satisfying squelch.
"It actually went in that easily..."
Ethan grabbed her thighs and pulled them wide, thrusting his dragon as far as it would go.
"Hah... so tight. Truly a slender virgin. And this is my 'smallest' size."
Even at his smallest, Ethan was much larger than the average man. Added to Sif's virgin tightness, it was a miracle he could move. As he entered, the countless ridges of her internal flesh wrapped around him like a thousand tiny mouths. The sheer pleasure almost made him blow his load instantly, but his experience allowed him to hold his ground.
Ethan gritted his teeth, tensed his muscles, and drove his swollen dragon all the way to the hilt.
"Hah... all the way in. It feels so good... so tight..."
The hymen was non-existent to his unstoppable cock, but his keen senses felt the pop of penetration. Sif's furrowed brows and the slow drip of pale red blood on the sheets confirmed her purity had been taken.
Ethan couldn't hold back any longer. He cupped Sif's tender ass and began to pound into her, the sound of squelch-squelch filling the room as he thrust in and out of the tight canal. He hammered her relentlessly, his head hitting her soft cervix with every strike.
"Too good... who knew the cute little Sif would be so gifted..."
Sif endured the intense pleasure of being raked inside. Her body shook violently from the impacts, but she was too embarrassed to scream. She gasped helplessly, her walls clamping down on the throbbing monster inside her.
It hurts... but why is it so good?
Sif was becoming dizzy from the waves of pleasure. She was like a small boat in a storm, tossed back and forth by his power. Ethan was pounding her so hard that her juices flowed like a broken faucet. She felt like she was drowning in bliss.
Dissatisfied with her silence, Ethan increased his speed. His hot, hard cock moved so fast it turned her fluids into a white froth. Seeing her pink petals turned a deep, bruised crimson from the friction, his cock grew even larger.