Chapter 365 Madam, you don’t want your daughter to lose face, do you?

The suspicious yet familiar smell in the air and the two blushing girls in the courtyard made Hera sneer with a dark face.

"You guys are having fun, right?"

Although she was deceived by a little girl during the day and did not chase in the right direction, allowing the little bastard who wanted to shirk his debt to escape; but as a former mistress killer and illegitimate child terminator with rich experience in hunting down people, she was not stupid. Before leaving, she had already secretly buried a trace of her divinity in Medea's body.

"You've come just in time. Ata has been feeling sick lately and has some hair loss. Please help me see if he is sick."

Loen raised his hand and revealed a few strands of light green hair between his fingers. Under the pretext of treating his beloved disciple, he invited Hera to "pet the cat".

Although she knew that the other party was talking nonsense, Hera finally walked in with a hum because she had a convenient step to intervene.

It's just a four-person trip. It's not like we haven't tried it before.

Moreover, one of them was a believer trained by Artemis, and the other was a talent valued by the Academy of Athens. If they were to be given a big show on some occasion, it would also be regarded as suppressing the two competitors, Artemis and Athena, in another sense.

Hera thought, raising her hand to the tip of a certain feline's tail, rubbing it playfully.

The queen originally just wanted to play a little prank, but as she touched the soft hair, the delicate and warm touch made her feel inexplicably relieved.

She couldn't help but take a step forward and touch Atalanta's feline organ all over. The trace of anger on her face was gradually replaced by satisfaction.

By the way, in her original destiny, Atalanta was cursed and turned into a lion, responsible for pulling a chariot for the goddess of time, Rhea.

As the daughter of Rhea, Queen Hera is obviously also a hidden "cat lover" and this nature was inadvertently stimulated.

But doing so actually made Atalanta suffer.

The huntress thought that with the entry of a new character, she would be free from her suffering, but she did not expect that the queen would go along with the two people around her without hesitation.

You guys, don't go too far!

Seeing that his beloved disciple was about to explode, the unscrupulous mentor Loen had no choice but to use his remaining conscience and stepped forward to save the situation with a dry cough.

"Is he okay?"

Hera's hand that was kneading the cat's ears paused slightly, then casually let go and turned around to pull up her little lover.

"Come on, let's go inside and talk about the illness."

After walking a few steps, the queen seemed to remember something, turned around to look at Atalanta, who was slumped in front of the stone table, and Medea, who was subconsciously leaning towards the shadows, and smiled teasingly.

"You two, guard the door outside."

Watching their beloved teacher/senior being dragged into the house, Atalanta and Medea in the yard could not help but clench their fists, filled with grief and indignation, as if they had foreseen the impending humiliation.

Killing people and destroying their hearts is too much...

At this time, inside the house.

Hera lay on her side on the bed, her head resting on her arms, her cloud-like hair draped over the head of the bed. Her beautiful eyes flickered as she hooked her finger at her lover in front of her.

"Want to know the diagnosis? Come get it!"

Hearing that familiar sentence structure and looking at Hera who wanted to discuss his illness in depth with him, Loen felt a little amused.

It seems that I have to serve this queen well tonight before I will be allowed to leave.

Moreover, this time the script seems to be Hera's favorite Minotaur plot.

The only difference from last time is that the minotaur now is not the male owner, but the female owner.

After taking a look at the two figures standing guard outside the door, Loen sighed helplessly and began to think about how to get into the role and play the victim tonight.

However, before he could think it through, Hera on the bed could no longer hold back. A rune rope woven with divine power shot out from her fingertips and bound around Loen's neck.

Then Hera pulled hard with her bare hands, and her chained lover fell onto the bed, falling on top of her.

"Sure enough, I still prefer to take the initiative."

Hera sneered, tightened the chain in her hand, raised her dignified and beautiful head inch by inch, and tried to kiss him with her scarlet cherry lips.

Just when their lips were about to touch, Loen's expression froze and he suddenly pulled away and stood up.

Hera, who had missed her target, suddenly looked angry.

"What? Do you want to ditch me and go accompany the two little girls outside the door?"

"What are you thinking about? Someone is coming..."

Luo En explained with a helpless smile, raising his hand and pointing to the door where the noise came from.

Because the queen had forced her way in earlier, the warning spells around the courtyard had been completely destroyed by her, so he didn't sense anything until a new group of visitors came in.

At this moment, a familiar voice of Katniss was heard from the courtyard: "Lorne, where have you been?"

Hera realized it was a misunderstanding and her expression eased a little, but now that she was in high spirits, the queen naturally refused to let it go.

"Why would anyone care about a little god-descendant like her?"

Luo En pointed at the three figures coming from the courtyard and kindly advised: "It seems that there is more than one person coming..."

"So what?" Hera asked disdainfully, and pulled the spell chain unceremoniously, dragging Lorne, who had already touched the door, back to the bed.

Then, she turned over and stood up, riding on her little lover who was still thinking of running away, and snorted domineeringly towards the outside of the door.

"He's not free tonight, go back!"

Just as Hera rejected the visitor and was about to enjoy her prey alone, the door was pushed open with a creaking sound. A young goddess wearing a flower crown and holding a golden cup stood in front of the door, looking into the room in surprise.

"Mother?"

In an instant, Hera, who was still riding, trembled and turned her neck stiffly to look at her daughter Hebe, the goddess of youth, feeling ashamed and angry.

Although she and Zeus had already severed ties long ago and no longer had any feelings for each other, she no longer cared about her ex-husband's opinions or feelings.

But as a mother, Hera still hopes to maintain her image in the eyes of her favorite children.

However, her momentary lust caused her to reveal such an unbearable side in front of her beloved daughter, which really made Hera feel ashamed.

Just as she was thinking about how to defend herself and try to save her image, she saw the goddess of youth Heber outside the door looking around and scratching her head in surprise.

"Why are you here so late? Where is Lord Lorne?"

"?"

The unexpected question made Hera, who was on the verge of social death, feel like she had grabbed a life-saving straw, and she lowered her head to look down.

As expected, there was nothing underneath, and he was just kneeling on the bed in a not very elegant posture.

But the familiar temperature and touch told her that her little lover was still there, still held firmly under her.

Athena's [Labyrinth Barrier] and the [Cognitive Distortion] of the Memory Divinity?

Hera sensed the familiar fluctuations of divine power, and understood what was going on. Her originally uneasy mood gradually calmed down.

"Well, there are some private matters I want to discuss with Loen, but as you can see, he doesn't seem to be here." Hera explained on the bed with a nonchalant look on her face.

"Is that so..." Heber's eyes revealed a hint of disappointment when he heard this.

Hera's heart tightened when she saw this, and she asked cautiously, "Why, do you have something to do with him?"

"It's nothing serious. I just wanted to take this opportunity to ask the god of wine for some advice on brewing and cooking techniques." Heber answered honestly, with a sweet smile on his slightly immature face.

Hearing her daughter's answer, Hera secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, she was just learning how to make wine. If her daughter really hooked up with some little bastard, she would have a real headache.

"That shouldn't be the case. I clearly saw that guy heading towards home." Katniss walked forward and looked at the house suspiciously.

"I seem to have seen it too..." Hippolyta in the back also nodded in response, adding circumstantial evidence.

At the palace banquet, Hebe, the goddess of youth, learned the whereabouts of Lorne, the god of wine, and approached Katniss, the owner of the house, hoping to visit the god of wine and take the opportunity to learn the brewing and cooking skills.

The straightforward Katniss agreed immediately and brought Hippolyta, who was sitting at the same table, along.

So, after the banquet, the three of them went home together.

But he didn't find the person he wanted to visit, but instead unexpectedly ran into the Queen of Heaven Hera.

Naturally, everything they saw made them quite puzzled.

"Anyway, I didn't see him come back." Hera said, glancing threateningly at Atalanta and Medea outside the door, and continued calmly, "Maybe he was delayed on the way? Or encountered other... things~~"

Suddenly, Hera's originally smooth tone of voice became inexplicably off-key, her back suddenly straightened, her upper body trembled slightly, and her pearly teeth bit her cherry lips tightly, as if she was trying to suppress some kind of movement in her throat.

"Mother?" Heber asked with concern, subconsciously stepped over the threshold and walked to the bed.

"No! I'm fine!" Hera responded quickly, grabbing the head of the bed with both hands and trying to stand up from the bed.

However, just as his body moved a few inches away, he suddenly sat back down.

Hiss~! ~!

A strong feeling of fullness came over her, Hera took a breath, looked hatefully at the empty space below her, and couldn't help gritting her teeth.

Asshole, taking advantage of this time!

"What's wrong with you? You're shaking and sweating so much..."

The goddess of youth in front of the bed took her mother Hera's hand and asked worriedly.

"Maybe... it's... the aftermath... of the battle in the Sea of Chaos..." Hera spoke intermittently, her body shaking even more violently, causing the bed beneath her to shake slightly.

"Then I'll take you to see a doctor!"

Hebe wanted to help her mother out of bed and take her to see a divine doctor for diagnosis, but her mother Hera slapped her hand away and shook her head to refuse.

"No need! I just need to rest for a while..."

"But……"

Looking at his mother who had left clear fingerprints on the metal headboard due to excessive force, Heber couldn't help but feel worried.

"Nothing!" Hera rudely interrupted her daughter's concern, and then ordered in a trembling voice, "You go out first, I want to rest~~"

I don't know why, but the voice seemed to have a faint tone of crying.

Intimidated by his mother's usual majesty, Heber didn't dare to ask more questions and could only walk out the door, looking back every few steps.

"Mother, how about I stay here and take care of you..."

"Bang!"

The heavily closed door kept Heber, who wanted to show her filial piety, out, causing the originally well-behaved and sensible young goddess to fall into serious self-doubt.

What's wrong with my mother? Does she hate me?

Atalanta, who was outside the door, saw Hebe looking sad and couldn't help but whisper comfort to her.

"Don't worry, it's probably just a few minor issues."

Medea, who was standing by, chimed in.

"If you're really worried, you can stay at Katniss's house tonight. There are still empty beds here."

The little witch glanced at the closed door. Her suggestion seemed friendly, but it actually harbored evil intentions.

The queen is so great? Don't even think about having it so easy to eat alone!

At this time, Atalanta seemed to come to her senses, took Hebe's hand and spoke kindly.

"There aren't many female heroes and descendants of gods who came to Thessaly. I just wanted to talk to you. Let's sit in the yard and talk."

With that, the enthusiastic huntswoman took Katniss, Hippolyta and Hebe to sit down at the stone table and chat together.

Medea took the opportunity to go into the kitchen and prepare some snacks and drinks, as if she wanted to chat all night.

The two sisters who graduated from the Academy of Athens together looked at each other and understood each other's intentions.

I would rather everyone lose than one person win.

You want us to guard the door, right? Then we'll help you guard here, and not even a fly can fly out tonight!

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Meanwhile, inside the house.

Hera looked at the pair of claws pressing firmly on her slender waist and complained angrily.

"Are you satisfied?"

The air rippled like water waves. Lorne blinked and asked back with an innocent look.

"Isn't this all according to your instructions? Are you still not satisfied? Then, shall we continue?"

"That's enough, let go! Let me out!"

Hera was so frightened that her face turned pale. She quickly begged for mercy and tried to pry open the claws on her waist with her hands.

However, Loen looked at Hera, who had been physically demanding and increasingly unscrupulous in her behavior recently, with his hands motionless and a playful grin on his face.

"You can start when you want to start, and you can end when you want to end. It's not that easy!"

"Heber is still outside, don't mess around..."

Forced by the situation, the proud queen lowered her head in humiliation.

"So, Madam, you don't want your daughter to be embarrassed in front of outsiders, right?"

Luo En spoke leisurely, and then... a fatal blow!

Hera was caught off guard and hurriedly raised her hand to cover her cherry lips tightly, blocking the sound in her throat.

"Get ready, I'm going to speed up."

With the devilish whispers in her ears, Hera seemed to be driving on the winding and bumpy mountain roads of Thessaly, the car body and engine wailing, the headlights flying up and down, constantly hovering on the edge of falling apart and a car accident.

The night is long, the road is long, and this arduous and exciting journey seems to have no end.

Hera covered her cherry lips tightly, looking at the bright moonlight shining through the skylight and the four talking and laughing shadows on the window frame. For the first time, she felt that being too strong and lasting too long was not a good thing.

Finally, with a suppressed but high-pitched whine, the queen was defeated.

Soon, the alcohol that Medea had been longing for also found a new home.

Looking at the dimly lit sky outside the window, Lorne stood up comfortably, took out a set of dry clothes from the magic circle, and handed it to Hera, who was as soft as mud.

"What? Are you going to continue humiliating me?"

The queen was exhausted both physically and mentally, with a look of resentment on her face.

"What are you thinking about?" Lorne scratched Hera's nose and said with a smile, "It seems that Hercules was led out of the city. I have to go and take a look, and by the way, help you cover up your lie."

Hera felt relieved when she heard that.

Although this little bastard always gave her a hard time, he always managed to arrange things properly at the critical moment.

"Remember to go out the back door..."

back door?

Loen glanced somewhere subconsciously, and that lingering look made Hera suddenly pale, and she couldn't help but grit her teeth in anger.

"Are you still not leaving?"

Looking at the gradually brightening sky, Loen shook his head regretfully.

There is not much time left. Never mind. Let’s do it next time.

Under Hera's vigilant gaze, Lorne turned into a golden stream of light, passed through a layer of light film like a water curtain on the window frame, and disappeared into the fading night.

The queen on the bed first breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately reacted and her face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He set up a soundproof barrier last night? Asshole!

(End of this chapter)