Chapter 84: Getting Back To It... Again.

  Celia relapsing, and almost dying, left a major scar on the hearts and minds of her loved ones. Those in the Game keenly felt that something was wrong, while those out of it… were forced to watch in horror.

  To ensure that none of them did anything too crazy, Faith and Maralia told them that everything would be fine, eventually. And now, after resting for a week, Celia set off once more.

  Celia: “Do you have to hold my hand the entire?” She asked with a laugh.

  Faith: “Yes.” She quickly replied, oddly serious.

  Celia: “So that… you can give me more years, if needed?” She assumed, tilting her head.

  Faith: “That, and with how you’ve become more intimate. Holding you like this… lets me have your affections.” She honestly replied.

  Celia: “( o_o)”

  In relationships, consent is always important. But, for Celia, regardless of how many years she’s been with her wives, took it to an extreme. Sex was always long, not helped by Celia’s constant need to ask for consent.

  Kiss!

  Though, with her Domain, System, and Titles gone, Celia wasn’t like this anymore. Looking at the beautiful woman, who was holding her hand, Celia inwardly sighed, and lavished a few kisses on Faith’s face and neck.

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  Faith: “Mhm…” She lightly purred.

  A strong sense of pride and smugness filled Faith’s mind. After all, she was the first one to get to see, and be with, the true Celia. A woman all her own, no longer hiding her desires.

  Celia wanted her wives, and they wanted her as well. With how empathic Celia is, it wasn’t hard for the woman to know if one of her wives were giving consent for affection, or other intimate matters.

  Brandon: “…” “Am I dreaming?” He thought, bewildered.

  In front of him, two powerhouses were willfully flirting with each other, seemingly ignoring his presence. A Supreme God, the man, Brandon, would normally be enraged.

  In this case… how could he do anything more than shake like a leaf? Without even looking much, Brandon could easily ascertain that… Faith and Celia were majorly above his weight class. Now, he only wished to somehow find a way to survive this…

  Brandon: “Oh, powerful S… High…. Highest Goddesses, please have mercy on this foolish Higher God.” He pleaded, already kneeling.

  Thud!

  Faith: “Who said that you could speak?! Ruining the moment with your worthless, pleading yappings…” She angrily scoffed.

  Thrown back into a tree, Brandon could only fall down to the ground, and then spit up blood. The tree behind him was unscathed, yet, he, a Higher God, was deathly injured.

  Brandon: “…” “These two women… value a meaningless tree… over my life?” He thought, furious, but mostly terrified.

  Kick!

  Kicking the Higher God’s face, Brandon twisted backwards, now lying on his back. As she felt it would be disgusting, Faith laid out a blanket on top of Brandon.

  Confused, he watched as Celia straddled him, before them punching his face and head like she truly wanted to kill him.

  Brandon: “I…” Unable to say anymore, as blood quickly filled his mouth and lungs.