057. Admiration

Perseus was not cold-hearted, he was kind by nature. Thinking of what he and his mother had experienced in the past, his heart was touched and he very much wanted to help this poor girl.

However, the miserable life and the ruthless gods had brought him too much suffering. Now, the most important thing to him was Medusa. He could no longer bear the possibility of losing her, so the suffering of others had to be secondary to him.

If it were Perseus, he would choose to place Medusa in a safe place first, and then find ways to help others.

After all, such things happen too often and too often, and no matter how hard they try, they cannot change the whole world on their own.

Unless they become gods who set the rules of the world, it would be useless even if he became the ruler of mankind as the King of Gods Zeus said, because he would still be a puppet of the gods in the world, and they would not agree with the rule that all beings are equal.

But even though he knew this, Perseus still looked at the shining and sacred Medusa in front of him with greed. Her whole body was glowing, making him want to surrender to her willingly.

What kind of woman is she?

Medusa is certainly a beautiful woman, and this is not only reflected in her appearance, but also in the charm that emanates from her inside out. This charm is a mixture of purity and desire. But after getting to know her more deeply, he discovered that she has more of a pure personal charm.

If we say that Perseus came to find Medusa in the beginning, it was to make her the motivation for his continued survival, even if she was not as beautiful as she actually was, Perseus had no choice.

The pain of losing his mother and home was too dark and depressing. Perseus wanted to indulge in revelry, but after waking up, he felt even deeper emptiness and loneliness.

Perseus, who was alone, was inherently weak and needed another person to be his inner pillar and hope.

However, although Perseus had some purposes for her at the beginning, and even vaguely realized that Medusa was also using him, as he got to know her more and more, he unknowingly developed deeper feelings for her, which were hot and raging.

Perseus knew clearly that this was not a momentary impulse, but a deep-seated one. Perhaps he had to admit that he was a little tempted by her beauty, but this was not the whole cause of this relationship.

There has never been a woman who could bring him such a feeling. She is similar to Danae but not exactly the same. Her warm and soft embrace deeply soothes Perseus's painful heart. Her perseverance and struggle are like a ray of light guiding him. It is not the last bit of hope for a self-loathing person, but it has become the whole of his rest of life.

Even though she had a "stain" of being the lover of Poseidon, the god of the sea, in fact, none of this was her own will, and she and Perseus didn't care about it at all. In fact, they even added fuel to the fire that was already blazing, making it more and more intense.

To the ignorant Perseus, he even felt that everything about her was still so perfect. She was charming and attractive in bed, but most of the time she was calm and rational. She would even occasionally reveal the indifference from the bottom of her heart, as if she would never stop for any man.

Therefore, he watched soberly as he fell hopelessly into the love woven by Medusa for him, unable to extricate himself and with no way out. Everything she brought to him was too wonderful. Perseus fell deeper and deeper into it, and was afraid that Medusa would ruthlessly abandon him after achieving her goal.

But all this is no longer important. In this love with no chance of winning, Perseus surrendered without a fight. He wanted to help her achieve all her goals from the bottom of his heart. It didn't matter even if he was used. He was willing to do it.

Just like the girl who was staring at Medusa infatuatedly, Perseus also looked at her with an expression. He carefully picked up the treasure in his eyes, and left here with the calm Medusa and returned to their temporary residence.

It was obvious that they could not stay in this place any longer, so they suddenly intervened in other people's affairs and helped the girl escape from her life here.

Places like these are small countries with few people, and they are generally very united when they meet outsiders.

So he began to pack their increasingly heavy luggage, intending to leave quickly with Medusa.

But as Perseus was sorting their belongings, thinking of the origins of each of them, he suddenly felt an inexplicable fulfillment and sweetness in his heart. He had never had such a clear feeling even when his mother Danae was around.

Perhaps people only cherish these simple happiness and joy after they lose them.

At this moment, he deeply felt as if he had a home again, even though their so-called "home" was drifting, he didn't even know whether Medusa thought so too.

"……call."

Suddenly, Perseus heard a slight but heavy sigh from Medusa. He stopped and immediately turned around to check.

Medusa was silent after she came back. Perseus thought she was in a bad mood at first, but when he looked at Medusa, he found that her face had suddenly turned pale.

"…Medusa? Are you okay?"

He immediately dropped what he was holding and anxiously approached Medusa who was sitting on the bed. He carefully held her face and looked at her condition.

Medusa was actually not seriously injured, and she did not share the power in her body with others. She just used part of her power to complete an effective blessing.

Whenever the girl encountered danger or difficulty, as long as she held hope and refused to give up, she would be able to draw on the power of this blessing to protect herself.

But Medusa had never done this kind of thing before, which was probably only done by gods. For a mortal, the physical exhaustion was quite great.

So, she just waved at Perseus, "It's okay, I just suddenly used up too much energy. I should be fine after a little sleep."

Thinking of what she had done for that girl before, Perseus understood Medusa's current situation. Although he felt distressed, thinking of other possibilities, this was indeed not too serious, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Medusa on the other side said this, but she no longer cared about the other party's concern and fell into a deep sleep weakly.

Perseus was silent for a moment, stopped packing his luggage, quietly sat down next to her, and gently held her body in his arms.

Medusa didn't react at all to his actions and was obviously asleep.

So, he propped up his head and carefully looked at her calm and peaceful profile from behind her. He couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke her cheek with his soft fingertips. Suddenly he stopped because a sudden thought made him feel that his heart seemed to beat faster.

But even so, Perseus still placed a deep kiss on her temples, and her faint body fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose. Her body was too thin, but she chose to face such suffering and torture, which made him deeply attracted and fascinated by her.

*

When Medusa woke up again, she found herself in front of the familiar red bare rocks.

But unlike the last time she came to the dream, this time she came here directly without going through the heavy protection outside Tartarus, even though it did not pose any obstacle to Medusa in her soul state.

She couldn't help but get nervous. The last time she came to this dream was many days ago. Medusa didn't understand why she came here again?

Not to mention, Tartarus is so powerful that even if he wanted to take revenge on him for deceiving and playing tricks on him, it would be impossible.

She only hated herself for believing His words, which she didn't know whether they were true or not!

An ancient god with rich experience could tell lies easily, and a mortal like her naturally could not tell the difference.

Medusa had no desires at this time, so she simply sat on the ground, intending to wait quietly for time to pass and return to her own world naturally.

'...Your body odor has gotten even stronger.'

Suddenly, Tartarus' voice, without any fluctuation or emotion, sounded from afar, and to Medusa, it seemed to express his disgust towards her.

She couldn't help but frown, because Medusa had never smelled anything strange about herself, and no one else had ever said so.

Coupled with her heartfelt resistance to Tartarus, she said nothing and pretended not to hear.

"The male scent pollutes your supposedly pure aura, and I... don't like it."

The distant voice seemed to be getting closer, but Medusa, who understood its meaning, found it ridiculous. Unable to remain silent, she finally spoke in a cold tone, "I understand, but what does this have to do with you, the powerful and timeless Tartarus, the god of the abyss?"

'……'

The voice suddenly fell silent, everything became quiet and deep, only the whistling sound of the cold wind rang in Medusa's ears.

But just when Medusa wanted to close her eyes and let time pass, suddenly a golden light illuminated the dim abyss. Tartarus, the handsome and young god of the abyss, was naked, just as Medusa had seen him before. His strong and muscular upper body was exposed, and his lower body was wrapped in cloth. His deep eyes were calm and vicissitudes. He stood elegantly and sacredly not far away, just looking at her quietly.

Medusa's body suddenly tensed up, and she quickly stood up from the ground, trying to retreat away from this powerful god.

But in the face of the absolute power gap, everything Medusa did was ridiculous.

When she wanted to say something, Medusa felt as if her body suddenly lost its support, and she fell rapidly, and the scene in front of her was pitch black.

"--ah!"

She screamed subconsciously, but this place was like a huge and endless abyss, and the silence completely swallowed up everything about Medusa.

Gradually, Medusa's fall slowly stopped. As she was trying to figure out what was happening to her, she suddenly felt herself being gently wrapped and lifted up by the cool darkness, as comfortable as a baby in its mother's warm womb.

Her consciousness suddenly became a little blurry, but even so, the darkness made her four senses except vision exceptionally clear and sensitive.

Medusa suddenly felt something moving calmly and restrainedly on her body. The movement was very gentle and not deep or offensive, as if it was not for desire, but it still caused ripples in her body, not deep but continuous.

The touch quickly reached her slender and fragile neck, and after a brief pause, it reached Medusa's full and plump lips. After the initial ambiguity, it quickly and gradually went deeper, as if he had tasted an addictive poison, which became more and more intense and could not be shaken off.

At the same time, the dazed and hazy Medusa seemed to finally realize that something was wrong and began to struggle violently.

The thing seemed to be frightened and suddenly left her lips. After Medusa gradually calmed down, it couldn't help but touch her closed but still beautiful eyes.

The familiar voice sounded again.

"...Of course it's related."

"Medusa, don't forget your oath..."