CHAPTER 78: ’NICE VIEW....’

Her thoughts were racing.

Normal Soulers are already way too strong for sports made for humans. Even with all my expectations... I didn’t think he’d casually kick a ball like a divine cannon.

She turned to him slowly, trying to mask her shock with a graceful smile.

Deus glanced at her, a slight tilt of his head. "Was that within the acceptable range of play?"

"...Well, normally we... aim for less destruction," she said, laughing softly, a blush creeping up her neck.

He gave a rare smirk. "Noted."

The air between them crackled faintly—not with power, but with something more... electric. Playful. Unspoken.

And with that, their ’training’ had only just begun.

After the football fiasco, Ivana led Deus to a nearby court, the sun still high, bathing the open field in golden light, the air crisp with the scent of grass.

She carried a pair of rackets, her white ponytail swaying, her tight sportswear clinging to her youthful curves—perky breasts outlined, big but perfect ass accentuated, thick thighs flexing with each step.

Deus followed, his sportswear hugging his chiseled muscles, his silver hair shimmering, his gaze fixed on her swaying hips, a perverted grin tugging his lips. The court was marked with white lines, a net stretched across, the breeze gentle.

Ivana turned, her dark eyes bright, her cheeks faintly flushed, her sportswear damp with sweat, sticking to her skin, hinting at her dark nipples.

"This is badminton," she said, her voice quick, excited, holding up a racket and a feathered shuttlecock.

"Two players, hit the shuttlecock over the net, don’t let it touch your side. It’s fast, needs reflexes, and mortals love the thrill." She bounced the shuttlecock on her racket, her wrist flicking, her perky breasts jiggling faintly, her thick thighs shifting, a sexy demo that made Deus’s cock twitch.

"Unlike football, we don’t need partners," she added, a shy smile playing on her lips, her white ponytail swaying as she tossed him a racket.

"I can play you myself." Her confidence was cute, her body a fucking distraction, her sportswear riding up slightly, showing more of her long legs, her curves begging for his eyes.

Deus caught the racket, his grip effortless, his muscular arm flexing, his glowing eyes glinting with amusement.

"Let’s see what you got," he said, his voice low, cocky, already planning to make this fun. His godly stamina was endless, his reflexes divine, his control unmatched—he’d keep up with any shot she sent, and then some.

They took positions, Ivana on one side, Deus on the other, the net between them. Ivana served first, her body leaning forward, her sportswear stretching, her perky breasts pushing out, her ass raised slightly.

She swung, her racket cracking against the shuttlecock, sending it soaring over the net, a sharp arc aimed at his left.

Deus moved, his body fluid, his sportswear clinging to his muscles, his silver hair swaying, returning it with a flick of his wrist, the shuttlecock rocketing back, angled to land awkwardly near her right side, forcing her to stretch.

Ivana lunged, her movements sensual, her thick thighs flexing, her big ass jiggling as she twisted, her sportswear riding up, revealing the curve of her cheeks. Her perky breasts bounced, straining against her top, her white ponytail whipping, sweat beading on her flushed face, her dark eyes focused.

She swung, her racket connecting, her body arching, her ass thrusting back, a sexy display that made Deus grin.

’Fucking perfect view,’ he thought, his shot deliberate, aimed to make her move like that again, her racket, sending it to a high corner, forcing her to jump.

She leaped, her long legs extending, her sportswear glistening, her perky breasts bouncing hard, her ass quivering as she landed, her ponytail swaying, her breath quickening.

"Nice one," she panted, her voice breathy, hot, her eyes flashing to him, a mix of challenge and arousal, her pussy tingling from his gaze.

"Keep moving, sexy," Deus teased, his voice low, seductive, his glowing eyes locked on her jiggling curves, his racket returning the shuttlecock with a sharp spin, aiming for her left, low and tricky, to make her bend.

Ivana dove, her body bending forward, her ass thrusting out, her sportswear tight, her perky breasts jiggling, her thighs trembling, sweat dripping down her neck, pooling at her base, a drop sliding down her thigh, her movements a lewd dance of athletic grace.

She hit it back, her swing desperate, her white hair bouncing, her face flushed red, her pussy clenching, the heat between them thicker than the match.

Deus’s stamina was unreal, his godly reflexes catching every shot, his shots always angled to put her in awkward positions—low bends, high jumps, stretches that made her ass jiggle, her breasts bounce, her racket, her body tiring, her sportswear soaked, her movements, her thighs quaking, but her spirit fierce, her moans soft, her eyes locked on him, craving the challenge, craving ’him’.

"You’re too good... Much better than all pro star player a in this game" she gasped, her voice shaky, sexy, after a missed shot, her perky breasts heaving, her ass quivering as she stood, sweat-slicked, her ponytail loose, strands sticking to her face.

"Gotta keep you on your toes," Deus said, his grin wicked, his silver hair gleaming, his muscular frame barely sweating, his mind buzzing. ’This game’s fun—fast, makes her move, shows off that body. With how perverted mortals tend to be, I won’t be surprised if the person that invented this game have such lewd stuffs in mind’

He liked badminton’s pace, the control it demanded, the way it let him toy with her, her racket, a high lob that sent her jumping again, her long legs soaring, her ass bouncing, her breasts jiggling, her sportswear a tease, her landing a sensual thud.

The match dragged, Ivana fighting hard, her sensual movements a constant show—her thick thighs flexing, ass jiggling, breasts bouncing, white hair swaying, sweat glistening, her racket game, her stamina fading, her body pushed to its limit.