CHAPTER 79: HAVING FUN...

Deus dominated, his godly skill overwhelming, his shots precise, his angles cruel, his eyes feasting on her every move. Finally, he sent a smashing shot, low and fast, impossible to catch. Ivana lunged, missed, the shuttlecock hitting the ground, her ass thrust high, her perky breasts heaving, her sportswear gasping, collapsing onto her knees, panting, defeated but glowing, her racket, her white hair splayed, her eyes wide with awe.

"Game’s mine," Deus said, smirking, walking over, his sportswear chiseled frame towering, his silver hair catching the light, his glowing eyes glinting with lust and triumph.

’Badminton’s got potential—quick, keeps her moving, and that view... fuck,’ he thought, his eyes savoring her flushed, sweaty state, her jiggling curves burned into his mind.

Ivana looked up, her cheeks red, her dark eyes wet with sweat and respect, her body sore but alive.

"You’re... unstoppable," she panted, her voice soft, husky, her perky breasts heaving, her big ass quivering as she stood, her sportswear clinging, her white ponytail loose, her thighs trembling. She wanted to impress him, but his dominance thrilled her, her heart racing, her devotion deepening, the field charged with their heat....

They burned through the day trying more games, not just the physical stuff but brainy ones too—chess with its carved pieces, Ivana’s dark eyes sharp as she moved her knight, cards flicked fast in a heated round of poker, her white hair catching the light, her sly smile teasing him when she bluffed.

Deus soaked it all in, his godly mind picking up rules quick, his glowing eyes glinting with curiosity, learning mortal ways, their quirks, their thrills.

Ivana’s perky breasts jiggled when she laughed, her tight sportswear still clinging, her big but perfect ass swaying as she shuffled cards, her thick thighs flexing when she stood to reset the chessboard, every move a sensual spark that kept Deus grin in place, his eyes feasting on her. While Ivana was just a mortal, Her beauty was something that rivaled goddesses.

Later that evening, after a break, they chilled in a cozy lounge, the air sweet with the scent of snacks and desserts—crisp pastries dusted with sugar, creamy puddings topped with berries, and spiced tea steaming in cups, all brought by Ivana’s cooks.

Ivana sat close, her sportswear swapped for a snug top and shorts, her white hair loose, framing her flushed face, her long legs crossed, her perky breasts outlined, her dark eyes soft but playful.

Deus leaned back, his silver hair shimmering, his muscular frame relaxed in a loose shirt and pants, his hand brushing hers as he grabbed a pastry, making her blush, her pussy tingling faintly, the moment charged with unspoken heat.

They moved to flex their muscles, heading to a gaming room lit by soft lamps, the air cool, the scent of polished wood and leather faint.

A standard table tennis setup waited—a sleek table split by a small net, a pair of bats with red and black grips, and a white ball resting beside. Deus eyed it, his eyes narrowing, a smirk tugging his lips.

’Smaller version of badminton, huh?’ he thought, liking the compact setup, the quick vibe...

Ivana grabbed a bat, her movements fluid, her snug top hugging her perky breasts, her shorts riding up, showing off her thick thighs, her big ass a tempting curve.

"This is table tennis," she said, her voice lively, her white hair swaying as she spun the bat, her dark eyes glinting with challenge.

"Hit the ball over the net, keep it on the table, score when your opponent misses. It’s fast, needs sharp reflexes—people go crazy for it." She bounced the ball, her wrist flicking, her breasts jiggling faintly, her ass shifting, a quick demo that was sexy as hell, her sporty grace making his lust ignite, his senses locked on her every move.

"Looks simple," Deus said, his voice low, grabbing a bat, his muscular arm flexing, his silver hair catching the lamplight, his shirt clinging to his chiseled chest.

"You start, sexy. Let’s see if you can keep up." His eyes teased, his smirk wicked, already planning shots to make her move, to watch her jiggle, his control ready to toy with her. This was fun, it would’ve been even better if he had played some of this games with Mira as well...

Ivana served, her body leaning forward, her snug top stretching, her perky breasts pushing out, her big ass arched slightly, her thick thighs braced.

She swung, her bat cracking the ball, sending it spinning over the net, a fast, low shot aimed at his right.

Deus reacted, his reflexes divine, his bat flicking, returning it with a sharp angle, the ball rocketing back, aimed to her left, forcing her to stretch.

Ivana lunged, her movements sensual, her thick thighs flexing, her big ass jiggling as she twisted, her shorts riding up, revealing the curve of her cheeks. Her perky breasts bounced, her white hair whipping, sweat beading on her flushed face, her dark eyes focused, her swing connecting, her body a lewd dance of athletic heat.

"Nice try," Deus teased, his voice seductive, his glowing eyes locked on her jiggling curves, his bat sending the ball back, high and tricky, making her jump.

Ivana leaped, her long legs extending, her shorts tight, her perky breasts bouncing hard, her ass quivering as she landed, her white hair swaying, her breath quickening, the heat between them spiking.

"Keep moving, babe," he said, his tone low, lustful, his shot angled low, forcing her to bend, his divine senses feasting on her body.

Ivana bent forward, her ass thrusting out, her snug top outlining her dark nipples, her thick thighs trembling, sweat dripping down her neck, pooling at her cleavage, her white hair loose, strands sticking to her face.

She hit the ball back, her swing desperate, her breasts jiggling, her ass bouncing.

"You’re... too fast," she panted, her voice husky, sexy, her body tiring, her reflexes no match for his godly skill.

"Gotta be," Deus grinned, his silver hair shimmering, his muscular frame barely sweating, his shirt clinging to his sweat-slicked chest, his mind buzzing.