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Poseidon, the god of the sea, went to Mount Olympus for a banquet. He was going alone in his golden chariot, but many sea creatures heard that there was a woman in the chariot when he returned!
Not only that, after he came back, he took the woman directly back to his palace and did not appear for a long time. The nymphs who served him looked unhappy in recent days.
"Another woman?"
"Who is who?"
"I really envy the Sea God, he's always surrounded by females..."
"Yeah, I don't even have a partner."
The playful and lovely dolphin turned over gracefully in the sea as it passed by these silly fish and uttered a sharp voice, "No need to guess, it's the Medusa who came from the land."
"That Medusa again?"
"Hasn't Poseidon grown tired of it yet?"
"But to be honest, I took a few extra glances at her when I passed by her before. She is indeed very beautiful."
"No matter how beautiful they are, are they as beautiful as those nymphs?"
"Yes, I have!"
"I see..."
The topic suddenly got stuck and the fishes started blowing bubbles to get over the awkwardness.
The dolphins laughed and shook off the school of fish, preparing to swim farther away to share gossip.
Meanwhile, Amphitrite, Queen of the Sea, was sitting in her palace feeling depressed. She had not seen her husband for several days since he returned from Mount Olympus.
She had experienced similar situations in the past. After all, Poseidon, the god of the sea, was a passionate and irritable ruler of the ocean. He had extreme freedom in his words and deeds, and it was very common for him not to visit his wife for a few days.
Although she didn't know what Poseidon, the god of the sea, was doing in the palace at this time, the thought that Medusa, who had taken her husband away in her dream, was with him made her feel very uncomfortable.
If Amphitrite could comfort herself before, the amorous Poseidon would also get tired of the old and love the new, but she was the only one who was different. After all, she was his only wife.
But now, Amphitrite felt that things seemed to be developing step by step towards the situation she feared. Not only did her husband not even want to give her face, he was even entangled with another woman day and night!
She shouldn't have been fooled by the innocent-looking Medusa. She was clearly a shameless bitch! She should have killed her decisively!
In this way, nothing would happen, she would still be the respected Queen of the Sea Amphitrite, and her husband would not abandon her because of her...
But now Amphitrite was powerless and could do nothing.
Seeing his mother's depressed look, Triton also felt very bad.
Because Medusa said she was afraid of being misunderstood by her father, so for her safety, he deliberately suppressed his longing and did not see her for a long time.
But I didn't expect that the reason I heard from her again was because of such an unspeakable thing.
Triton closed his eyes heavily, and couldn't help feeling regretful.
The moment Triton heard about this, he hurried to his father's palace, but the nymphs who served his father stopped him and shook their heads at him, seeming to want to say something.
Perhaps he shouldn't have listened to her nonsense about avoiding suspicion because he was afraid of his father's authority. Instead, he should have stood up firmly and asked his father for her bravely!
His father was so easily displeased with the old and easily moved by the new. Even if He disagreed now, he could wait until the day when his father got tired of him...
He just hoped...that everything was still in time.
On the other side, Hylia, the nymph who served Poseidon, the god of the sea, came sadly to her mother, the sea goddess Thalassa, and cried about Poseidon's neglect of her.
Thalassa looked at her lovely daughter with heartache and comforted her, "Heliya, don't be sad for Him. You deserve a better partner."
Hylia looked up at her mother in confusion, sobbing, "Who could be better than His Majesty Poseidon, the God of the Sea? Or Zeus, the God King?"
Tarasa was silent. She really didn't know how to persuade her daughter who was obsessed with power, so she had no choice but to change the subject. "Poseidon is the god of the sea, and he has many lovers who admire him. So it's normal for him to ignore you for a while."
"But..." As he spoke, Helia couldn't help but pout and sob, "In a long time, I, I have never seen Him treat a woman so differently. He and that Medusa haven't left the room for three days and three nights!"
"I tried to rush in, but was thrown out of the palace by His power! Look, my body is all bruised!"
The sea goddess, Thalassa, knew her daughter had only suffered minor injuries. She didn't show any sympathy for her daughter's tragic plight. Instead, she frowned and said, "They're so passionate about their love affairs, why are you trying to get in trouble by approaching them now?"
Helia choked at first, she stared at her mother for a long time, probably feeling aggrieved, and suddenly burst into tears.
Thalassa couldn't help but laugh. She reached out and hugged Hylia tightly, whispering softly in her ear, "My child, you should be thankful that Poseidon, the god of the sea, is not a god you can control."
"You must know that you are my daughter with the primordial sea god Pontus, so He has been toying with your feelings from the very beginning. You will never be the special woman in His heart. See His true face and leave Him as soon as possible."
The innocent Helia seemed to understand something. She raised her red and swollen eyes, but still held on to a glimmer of hope and asked, "Mother, are you saying that the respected Poseidon, the God of the Sea, has never liked me?"
From the bottom of the deep trench, Tarasa looked towards the bright surface of the sea. For some reason, he thought of the intelligent and tough yet helpless and pitiful Medusa, and couldn't help but sigh with mixed feelings.
But Hylia was his daughter after all, so he had to find a way to break her heart. "Poseidon neither married you nor treated you so specially. Isn't this the best proof?"
He could find a way to keep his own daughter away from Poseidon, but Medusa could not do that. She could only continue to flatter the insidious, arrogant and greedy Poseidon.
Obviously, this is destined to be an extremely difficult road for Medusa.
The sea goddess Thalassa was filled with compassion and could not help but silently bless and pray for Medusa in her heart, hoping that everything she desired would eventually come true.
*
For the powerful sea god Poseidon, he always preferred submissive and reserved women, but Medusa's initiative and debauchery at this moment were something he had never expected.
Her eyes were charming and lazy, and her slender waist was twisting and could be held in one hand. For some reason, Poseidon was tireless and never satisfied with her.
Although Poseidon had liked Medusa's pure and contradictory body before, that was more like the joy of a strong man destroying a weak man, just like crushing a delicate and beautiful flower and watching the petals helplessly bear and lose their fresh life. This alone made him feel physically and mentally happy.
But now she made Poseidon completely unpredictable. Sometimes she was crazy as if she had completely lost her sense of shame, and sometimes she watched coldly when he was at his most passionate and greedy, but unknowingly made him even more addicted to it.
He was not sure if she was planning something else, but even if she did, Poseidon felt more expectant at this moment. He wanted to see how many more surprises Medusa could give him.
At this moment, Poseidon watched the naked Medusa slowly stand up, bend down to pick up the clothes on the ground that were no longer visible and put them on herself, but the look in his eyes behind her became deep.
"Can you give me some clothes?" Medusa turned her head to look at Poseidon, and for some reason, her red lips curled up into a sweet smile. "Come to think of it, I borrowed this from Triton. I'm almost embarrassed to give it back to him."
Poseidon's expression instantly darkened, and he suddenly sneered, "Why? Are you still obsessed with Triton?"
"No." Medusa's hand lingered on his chest, her clear eyes winking at him cunningly. "I just wanted to ask His Majesty the Seagod for a few more pieces so that I can use your clothes to return them to him later."
Poseidon suddenly grabbed Medusa's rebellious hand, and with his other hand he passed through her hair. His fingers suddenly clenched her hair, causing her to frown in pain and raise her chin.
He sneered disdainfully at Medusa, "You're truly adept at manipulating people's hearts. Seeing Triton going crazy for you, you must be very pleased."
Before Medusa could even begin to speak, Poseidon suddenly lowered his head and spoke in a hoarse voice with a slight gasp, "But you can only toy with the innocent Triton."
As soon as he finished speaking, his tightly pursed lips landed without warning on her slightly parted lips. First, they touched, barely touching, then he began to grind and twiddle his tongues more deeply, lips and tongues blending together. A tingling sensation spread from the tip of his tongue, and it felt as if his whole body had become lighter.
Medusa seemed to chuckle softly. She held His head, enjoying the superb service of Poseidon, the god of the sea. She couldn't help but close her eyes comfortably and let out a contented sigh.
But the dull pain in her scalp constantly reminded her not to lose herself in this meaningless happiness and never forget the unspeakable pain she had experienced.
*
Perseus sat blankly on the shore. His reason told him that he should leave this place immediately to fulfill the oracle of the goddess Athena, go to Mount Olympus to find Medusa and kill this evil woman.
However, the righteous Perseus could not just abandon the girl who disappeared before his eyes and leave this place like that!
This emotional impulse prompted Perseus to go to the bottom of the sea to find Poseidon, the god of the sea, and ask him to release the beautiful and innocent girl.
However, Perseus knew very well that even a mortal with Athena's shield could not dive into the deep sea for a long time and make Poseidon, the ruler of the ocean, listen to his wishes and let the innocent girl go.
For a time, he was deeply trapped in contradiction and torment, and could only helplessly watch the ebb and flow of the sea, hoping for a miracle to happen.
What was happening to that beautiful girl at this moment?
She couldn't be a mortal, could she? She must be a sea nymph, that's why she was so charming and beautiful, too beautiful to be real!
Perseus tried hard to comfort himself. After all, only nymphs could survive after being abducted to the sea by Poseidon, the god of the sea.
But he was the passionate sea god Poseidon after all. His power was so great, what kind of terrible crime could he commit against her?
At this moment, Perseus couldn't help but think of Medusa, who betrayed the goddess Athena. Although she herself was so dissolute and shameful, it was hard to say that Poseidon, the god of the sea, had no fault in it.
He was the priest of the goddess of chastity. How could Poseidon, the god of the sea, not know that Medusa should remain a virgin? Even if she seduced him shamelessly, he should have had self-control and should not have attacked her!
For a moment, Perseus suddenly felt deeply confused.
Why did the goddess Athena only allow herself to kill Medusa, but ignore the more powerful sea god Poseidon?
As soon as this thought came into his mind, Perseus stood up as if he had been electrocuted, trying to erase this thought that offended the gods.
But before he could wipe it off, suddenly a auspicious cloud floated in the sky, and Perseus saw from afar a handsome young man wearing flying shoes and a hat, holding a scepter, flying towards him from a distance.
This is Hermes, the messenger of the gods.
Recently, Athena, the goddess of war and wisdom, came to meet Zeus, the king of gods. After the two talked, Zeus sent the messenger Hermes to deliver more powerful treasures to his demigod offspring.
In this way, Perseus was able to win the trial by killing Medusa, who had gained the power of hope, and finally shoulder the destiny of ruling mankind and maintaining the rule of the god-king Zeus.
In addition to the shield that had been sent to him by the goddess Athena, Hermes also gave him his own flying shoes, the sharp sword of the god of war Ares, and the sacred bag of the king of gods Zeus.
When the messenger Hermes saw Perseus standing in a daze, he gave him a faint smile.
"The evil Medusa has stolen the power of hope from Goddess Athena. She can no longer be easily defeated by Goddess Athena's shield."
"Perseus, who carries the divine mission, I lend you a powerful treasure on behalf of the gods."
As he spoke, these treasures floated from Hermes' body into the air, and then floated in front of Perseus.
From the moment Hermes appeared, Perseus was completely stunned. He took these powerful treasures in a daze. Even if he just touched them with his hands, he could feel the powerful force on them slowly entering his body, giving him the strength to fight against Medusa.
Hermes looked at Perseus who had obtained the equipment of the gods, nodded with satisfaction, and prepared to leave.
But at this moment, Perseus stopped him with a puzzled look on his face, "Respected Hermes, I don't understand."
Hermes turned his head and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Why would you rather lend me such a powerful treasure than destroy the evil Medusa yourself? Besides, isn't Medusa on Mount Olympus?"
Hermes frowned, unwilling to explain further. "Medusa is not on Mount Olympus, but on the seabed ruled by Poseidon, the god of the sea. Good luck."
Perseus looked at Hermes's back as he left, and his doubts grew in his heart. The girl in the water might be a mistake, but the great god certainly wouldn't be.
How could I be so worthy that after obtaining the shield of the goddess Athena, I could also obtain treasures lent by other gods, especially since each of them was of great origin!
Perseus suddenly had a terrible guess in his mind, but he was vague and not sure.
Finally, Perseus resolutely turned his head and looked at the vast and calm sea. As if he had made up his mind, he walked towards the depths of the ocean with a serious expression.
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