Chapter 233: Taming the Defiant God – Do You Know the Thrill of Whipping a Deity? (3)

While Shia congratulated himself on his supposed victory, he remained oblivious to the fact that he was the one ensnared.

The goddess’s cries grew more frantic, but the gleam of triumph in her eyes burned brighter.

Until Shia drew closer still.

At that moment, she couldn’t help but swallow hard, a flicker of nervous anticipation creeping in.

But then came something entirely unexpected—her angry protests and startled cries.

"What are you doing?!"

"Stop it!"

Then came contemptuous sneers and taunts.

"Is that all you’ve got? Can’t you try something real?"

"Do you think this will make me submit?"

And finally, even outright insults.

"Hey! Are you even a man?!"

Shia listened, completely unfazed.

His hands remained steady and deliberate, ignoring her taunts entirely.

The cruelest punishment for Lust was... no lust at all.

Shia’s expression was one of intense focus, as if he were engaged in a serious, meticulous task.

The goddess’s alluring eyes were hazy with frustration, her stunning face twisted in both rage and disbelief.

Her long, slender legs gleamed with a pearly luster, perfectly shaped and impossibly captivating.

At this moment, Shia held one of those flawless legs in his hands, his fingers pressing firmly into her smooth, delicate skin.

He gazed at the bound goddess with a calm, steady look, his lips curving into a faint smile as she alternated between sobbing and cursing.

The goddess’s cries of protest echoed ceaselessly in the void.

The cries of the goddess fell into Shia's ears like the most delightful melody.

Did she think he was going to do something more scandalous?

In reality, it was just some relentless tickling.

Shia watched with an amused smile as Lust struggled, twisting her delicate body in a futile attempt to escape the "punishment." But it was impossible—she was utterly trapped!

Her frustration boiled over, and she seemed on the verge of exploding.

How could this be?

'I'm so enticing, yet you’re not even interested?'

'You’re not taking advantage of me?'

'I’m already bound, a prisoner in your hands—shouldn’t you be devouring me whole?'

By any logical progression, wasn’t this the point where the boy should lose himself to desire and become her prey instead?

'Why is it... this kind of punishment?'

Even gods were ticklish, it seemed.

Although her cries sounded lovely, there was one thing Lust could not accept.

“The so-called goddess of Lust is... this?”

Her eyes reddened, both from tears and indignation.

She felt as though her very identity had been insulted.

But Shia wasn’t done.

He cast a calm, evaluating gaze over her, his expression devoid of passion.

If anything, there was a hint of pity.

“You’re just average, really.”

It was as if the stunning beauty before him couldn’t even stir his interest.

His disdain was so obvious, it felt like he might as well poke her forehead and say:

“It’s not that I’m lacking; it’s that 'you' are.”

Lust felt like she was about to lose her mind.

Her long hair was now a complete mess, her breath coming in short gasps.

Her enchanting eyes, brimming with resentment, fixed on Shia.

Her teeth bit lightly into her red lips, her gaze practically shooting flames.

Her slender, flawless legs—held firmly in his hands—gleamed with a rosy hue beneath the black gauze of her dress, her delicate figure trembling with both anger and shame.

She looked utterly bewitching, every inch of her exuding allure.

But Shia remained entirely unmoved.

His clear eyes showed no sign of wavering.

And he hadn’t even stopped the merciless tickling.

For Lust, this boy’s calm demeanor was the ultimate humiliation.

She clenched her teeth, her fury barely contained.

This insolent human dared to scorn her?

“If I hadn’t lost most of my divine power, would I have let you get away with this?” she hissed through gritted teeth.

“Oh? That impressive, are you?”

Shia’s voice was calm, his words laced with mock surprise.

His expression, however, was entirely perfunctory.

“Wow, you’re so amazing. Truly impressive,” he said with exaggerated sarcasm, his tone dripping with condescension.

The mockery was unbearable.

Lust clenched her fists tightly, her desire to pounce on him and sink her teeth into his flesh nearly overwhelming her.

She was telling the truth!

If she weren’t in such a weakened state, one flirtatious glance would’ve been enough to make him fall for her!

Raising her chin defiantly, Lust maintained her pride even in this absolute disadvantage.

“In my prime, I could have made you lose control in seconds!”

“That arrogance of yours isn’t bad,” Shia replied lazily.

“But right now, I’m the one in control, not you.”

His handsome face lit up with a devilish smile.

Finally, he stood up.

As the ropes gave her a brief reprieve, Lust managed to catch her breath, though a sense of foreboding lingered in her chest.

Smack!

The sharp crack of a whip shattered the silence.

Before she could even exhale, pain bloomed on her rear.

“Ah~!”

A startled cry escaped Lust’s lips, her dainty face turning pale as cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

The sting left her mind momentarily blank.

That wicked boy—he had whipped her ass!

But Lust had no time to protest.

The whip struck again and again, raining down mercilessly. Her once-flawless rear felt like it was on fire.

Her beauty was undeniable, every curve and feature crafted to perfection, designed to ignite desire.

Yet none of that mattered—nothing compared to the satisfaction of whipping a goddess.

Shia showed no trace of mercy.

Tears welled up in Lust’s enchanting eyes, spilling over her flushed cheeks. Her pitiful expression was tinged with deep resentment.

“I wonder if you’ve noticed a small change,” Shia said, his voice calm but pointed.

The tears stopped, and Lust looked at him, bewildered.

Following his guidance, she closed her eyes and focused.

To her astonishment, she sensed it. The environment around her had shifted entirely.

Even though Shia had altered the internal space of the artifact before, the energy here was unmistakable—it was unlike anything she’d felt before.

This place...

She took a slow, deep breath, drawing in faint traces of chaotic energy. With each inhalation, her soul felt mended, her strength slowly returning.

Her eyes flew open, wide with disbelief.