CHAPTER 90: CHAPTER 90: HECATE, YOU SHUT-IN TSUNDERE!

On the other side, thanks to Eros’s meddling, both Styx and Hypnos were now drawn into the situation.

Who told Hypnos to sign such an unfair contract with Eros in the first place?

If Eros hadn’t worried that pushing her too hard would provoke Nyx’s wrath, he would’ve already used the excuse of needing Hypnos’s help to train for his underworld journey, just to make this little succubus reward him again.

What? That’s not within the contract terms?

Final interpretation rights belong to Eros. If he says it counts, then it counts.

Just like with the Hades situation, since Eros insisted on butting in, Hypnos had no choice but to pinch her nose and go along with him.

Representing her divine followers, the three thousand dream spirits scattered swiftly, slipping into the dreams of countless underworld beings to search for clues about Hades.

With his helmet that could erase his presence from the world, even Demeter and the others couldn’t locate him.

So before anyone could find a trace of him, all they could do was wait blindly.

Styx, meanwhile, began making preparations for battle. Even though Demeter said it probably wouldn’t come to that, just looking at Demeter’s anxious pacing made Styx completely unconvinced.

She had always known Demeter doted on her daughter, but this was something else entirely.

No matter what, the one who took Persephone was still her own aunt. There had been no prior conflict. Her safety shouldn’t be an issue.

Yet Demeter acted like she was suffering withdrawal. Pacing back and forth nonstop, polishing her scythe over and over.

Styx thought, if this doesn’t end in a fight, it’ll be a miracle.

When Demeter finally rushes in, there won’t be many kind words exchanged. Hades used to be gentle, but even he probably won’t tolerate her now.

Thinking of this, Styx couldn’t help but grumble inwardly about a certain troublemaker.

Why did you have to get involved in all this? You’re Zeus’s lover, not Demeter’s sister. Are you really trying to play besties?

As for Eros at the moment? Training? What a joke.

What kind of power could he possibly gain from a little bit of practice?

Of course he was busy seducing new goddesses and unleashing his true self.

Though Demeter wasn’t his target, he could tell at a glance she was completely focused on her daughter.

To win her over, the key would likely lie with Persephone.

Unless he succeeded with Persephone first, getting anywhere with Demeter was basically impossible.

So Eros didn’t waste his time and shifted his attention to the mysterious goddess who had accompanied Demeter.

He didn’t even know her name yet, which only intrigued him more.

But for the first time ever, Eros met a brutal defeat.

He approached her, flashing his signature charming smile and greeted her confidently, "Good morning, my lady."

The goddess stopped, glanced up at the underworld’s sky, which of course had no sun or moon, no day or night, then turned and walked off without a word.

It was the first time Eros had ever failed to even start a conversation. Completely ignored.

He had always been successful. Whether it was Oceanus, Nyx, or Demeter.

Even if they didn’t instantly fall for him, his charm buffs always ensured at least a friendly reception.

But this, not even a single word exchanged. She just walked away.

"Pffft, hahaha!"

"Aww, big brother got ignored. That’s so pitiful~"

A peal of laughter came from around the corner. Hypnos again, spying with her usual annoying habit.

And she just had to laugh out loud, making it obvious she’d been eavesdropping for fun.

That brat needed discipline, again.

Eros’s face darkened. Before she could escape, he grabbed her by the collar.

"Running already? What’s the rush, dear little sister?"

He didn’t often play the ’child of Nyx’ card, but when it came to Hypnos, he loved using the title of ’brother’ just to enhance the experience.

Imagining her as his mischievous little succubus sister? Truly, perfection.

He held her by the collar with one hand, the other casually stroking her smooth waist.

The cropped camisole and miniskirt she wore left very little to the imagination. If not for her flat figure, the outfit might’ve been too indecent to tolerate.

Still, her petite waist and slender legs had their own unique appeal.

Claiming it was punishment, Eros tickled her mercilessly, letting his fingers wander up and down her waist and thighs.

"Eeeek! Ahahaha, stop! Stop it!"

Because she was too busy laughing and squirming, she didn’t even notice when his hand brushed over more sensitive spots by accident.

She giggled uncontrollably, writhing like a worm in his grip.

Her tiny feet, so soft and tender, felt completely different from anyone else’s. Not just in texture, but in how they affected him emotionally.

"Huh? Why are you touching my feet? Ahahaha, don’t tickle my soles!"

Before she could fully realize he was copping a feel, Eros attacked her feet again, unleashing an all-out tickle assault.

He vented all the frustration from earlier on her, only stopping when she was trembling all over, gasping and flushed red.

His tickling skills weren’t ordinary. He knew exactly which areas to hit and how to tease without making it obvious.

Judging by the look of her, panting hard, face burning, it clearly worked.

If Eros’s guess was right...

One side of her panties still looked okay. The white side, though, seemed just a bit darker than before.

A little succubus like her? At his mercy.

She probably didn’t even understand what had just happened, wondering why a simple tickling session made her feel so weird.

After a few more sessions like this, Eros figured she might even start begging him to tickle her again someday.

That’s what you call combat experience.

"Come on, it was just some tickling. Why are you so flustered?"

"Or is that really all you can handle?"

He couldn’t resist throwing in a taunt, breaking her train of thought.

Hypnos grunted, trying to stand up straight, her eyes darting around nervously.

"As if! You’re the pervert here. Why are you always tickling me anyway?!"

Every time she laughed that hard, her whole body felt strange afterward.

"Well, what would you prefer? A good beating instead?"

Eros cracked his knuckles. Faced with his superior strength, Hypnos didn’t dare argue further.

She could only curse herself for not training like her sister Thanatos. If only she’d been stronger, she wouldn’t have been coerced into signing that one-sided contract.

If Thanatos had been there, with her scythe in hand...

After dealing with Hypnos, Eros returned to reflecting on what went wrong earlier.

Don’t tell him it was the "good morning" line. If a woman’s interested in you, you could say the sun rises in the west and she’d still chat.

For her to just turn and leave without a word? That was beyond strange.

She could’ve at least called him dumb or something.

After thinking it through, Eros was convinced. He hadn’t done anything wrong.

The problem was with her. Either she was antisocial, had weird tastes, or was so overwhelmed by his charm she couldn’t even speak.

In short, not his fault.

Meanwhile, in a side hall, Demeter was polishing her divine scythe when she heard the door open behind her.

"Hmm? You’re back already? Done wandering?"

The robed figure entering said nothing. Demeter raised her brows slightly and softened her tone.

"What’s the matter? I know you’re not great at small talk, but you don’t have to be this stiff with me, right? Hecate?"

If Eros had shifted his focus away from Styx’s figure and Hypnos’s popsicle legs for just a moment...

And used his brain even a little, he could’ve guessed the goddess’s name by now.

The one who would appear at Demeter’s side and be tied to Persephone at this time could only be the triple-formed goddess, Hecate.

But due to Eros’s butterfly effect, a certain bedridden Sea King hadn’t had the chance to mess with Demeter’s plan to find her daughter.

So the legendary divine horse Arion never came to be.

Back to the point. After Demeter spoke, Hecate still said nothing, standing silently.

Demeter found it strange and walked over. Just as she approached, she heard a faint whisper.

"...Someone talked to me."

"Hmm? What did you say?"

"...A beautiful, super-handsome boy who totally hit all my weak spots... talked to me, ahhh!"

Suddenly, Hecate squatted down, covering her face as imaginary steam rose from her head.

"Huh?"

Demeter was speechless. She thought something serious had happened. But this?

You’re seriously this shy? She knew Hecate was a gloomy shut-in, but this was next level.

Demeter had no words. Of all people to catch her interest, it had to be Eros?

He wasn’t even half as good as her precious daughter.

If it were anyone else, Demeter might’ve slapped her chest proudly and said, "We’re sisters, right? I’ll gift-wrap him for you later."

But Eros was both her sister’s lover and Zeus’s. The situation was way too complicated.

So Demeter hesitated before finally offering:

"Alright, don’t dwell on it. There’ll be chances later."

"For now, focus on the mission. My daughter’s still not rescued yet."

After calming herself, Hecate finally returned to normal.

"Mm, I know."

"Don’t forget the reward you promised me."

And then she added one last thing.

"Oh, and also... introduce me to that beautiful boy later."

Demeter: "..."

When a girl lets you tickle her back and forth like that, just saying, it means you’re already flirting.

Don’t be a dense fool, okay?

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