033. Disgust
Medusa's face revealed an almost obsessive joy, but in her heart she was thinking about how to escape from the traps set by Poseidon, the god of the sea.
If she were to give birth to the offspring of this despicable and shameless god, Medusa would rather die immediately!
But Medusa also knew that once women got pregnant, they would just have to keep giving birth, and the target was the mighty Sea God, so this was not something she could control. Therefore, she had to speed up now, or at least take action before things got completely worse.
On the other side, Poseidon, the god of the sea, looked up at the sobbing and trembling Medusa. He had bestowed the best blessings and gifts of the god of the sea on the woman in front of him several times. Seeing the extreme happiness revealed in her expression, he could no longer bear it in his heart and just wanted to conquer her immediately with his masculine charm.
However, just as He was about to further bless the woman before Him, Medusa looked at Him with eyes filled with lust and casually extended a cool finger to hook His. "Respected Sea God, I, I suddenly feel that worldly desires are meaningless... Right now, I just want to spend time with you on more romantic things. Is that okay?"
Poseidon paused, feeling unhappy. "Isn't bearing my child romantic enough?"
Medusa's hazy eyes suddenly cleared a little. She turned to look at Poseidon in surprise. "How can this be called romance?"
"Oh?" Poseidon narrowed his eyes, then suddenly rose up and attacked with abandon. Medusa nearly jumped in shock, then he offered a wicked smile. "But I see you like it."
“…”
Medusa took a deep breath. In the dim light, she gritted her teeth and suppressed the resentment in her heart. When she raised her head, she glanced at Him with those pure and charming eyes, accusingly, "That's not the case."
But the reproach in her eyes seemed to be just coquettishness at this moment, because with this look, Poseidon became more greedy, more resilient and indestructible, as if he was the ruler of the ocean second only to the king of gods Zeus, and no one dared to question his strength and majesty.
At the same time, Poseidon, the god of the sea, also had a heart for serious research and exploration. He was willing to find the difficulties in solving the problems and repeatedly practiced to overcome them. This made Medusa's brain, which was filled with deep hatred, become hazy and pulled her down continuously.
Medusa was powerlessly immersed in a vain illusion, but even so, she still used the last bit of her rationality to chant in a delicate, inflected voice, slowly and ethereal, "I want... to have a deep soul-to-soul communication with you, to know your thoughts and feelings, to spend every peaceful moment with you, and to do what we both enjoy doing..."
"True, heartfelt love...don't you long for it at all?"
Poseidon listened to her intermittent and exhausted voice mixed with panting, but his movements did not hesitate or stop at all. His movements even became more rapid. There was joy in his voice, "Isn't that what we are doing now?"
However, despite saying so, the powerful and aloof Poseidon still felt something he longed for through her words - love. This seemed to be a magical word, and perhaps a pure and boring joke to a god, but if the object was Medusa, who was once unyielding and wanted to escape from him, then it was exactly what he wanted.
He wanted this woman to give up all her dignity and become a captive of his charm. He wanted him to be the only one in this woman's eyes, just like the painful and tortured Amphitrite - no, it was even worse than that. He wanted Medusa to be constantly troubled by his every move and unable to extricate herself.
Obviously, Medusa's performance in front of him made all of this seem very close at hand. As long as He stretched out His hand lightly, it seemed that He could control it in His own hands.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, when the satisfied Poseidon finally realized his tiredness and mercifully granted Medusa peace, he greedily picked her up in his arms, looking at the unconscious Medusa, he only felt an unconscious purity and temptation. He was bewitched by this despicable means, and could not help but reach out to lift her hair and sniff her obscenely at the tip of his nose.
However, as his eyes wandered, he caught a glimpse of Medusa's slightly bulging belly. Even though the powerful sea god had filled her up with everything, the fact that there was no sign of new life made him frown.
Poseidon, the god of the sea, had never cared about his lover's fertility. After all, powerful gods always had very strong reproductive abilities. However, he had possessed Medusa for such a long time, and it was really strange that there was no movement in her belly for such a long time.
However, it is indeed a bit ridiculous to let the powerful and timeless god of the sea Poseidon think about such a trivial problem. Even if there is nothing now, it will definitely be realized soon.
Thinking of this, Poseidon looked at Medusa breathing quietly in his arms, and couldn't help feeling an inexplicable joy and satisfaction in his heart, but that feeling seemed to be mixed with other emotions. It was so strange that Poseidon suddenly realized that he seemed to care about her too much.
He clearly only wanted to deceive her love which was rare among other women, but her fickleness made him like a ridiculous and stingy businessman who could not help but calculate the slightest gains and losses.
Poseidon's expression became serious and ugly, because that was a bad sign, but he naturally didn't want to believe that he had fallen in love with such a woman, and he was even more unwilling to admit that he had failed miserably before he even succeeded.
He just felt that he must have been entangled with this cunning woman in front of him all day and night, and after a long time he was seduced and tempted by her without knowing it.
Fortunately, Medusa's methods were too crude. Poseidon, who had many lovers, naturally saw through these tricks clearly. Even if Zeus, the king of gods who loved every lover deeply, was fooled, he would never be fooled.
So, He couldn't help but sneer, slowly put the sleeping Medusa in his arms back on the bed, and then turned and left mercilessly.
Poseidon, the god of the sea, wanted to use this opportunity to help this lowly woman get rid of her addiction. At the same time, he wanted to see when she would lose her patience and come to him on her own initiative.
*
On the other side, the extremely exhausted Medusa had no idea about the complicated and strange thoughts in the mind of Poseidon, the god of the sea. She began to dream uncontrollably, a very strange dream.
But everything in the dream was so real that it even made Medusa feel an uncontrollable fear.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a dark, narrow cave. The path was deep, and everything in front and behind was pitch black. Medusa began to explore forward, but she walked for a long time, and everything in front of her remained the same...
Until Medusa finally walked into the depths of the cave, the narrow place suddenly became huge and bright, and a beating sphere appeared in front of her eyes, swaying the tiny hairs around it slightly.
Medusa was at a loss for a moment and just stared at the sphere uncontrollably. Its interior flickered at first, but it expanded and deformed slightly without her noticing, gradually revealing the outline of life in front of her, and finally emitting an extremely sacred light.
Medusa's eyes began to tear up unconsciously under the dazzling light. At that moment, she couldn't help but want to rush up to protect it.
However, perhaps this inexplicable love was too terrifying. After realizing this, Medusa suddenly woke up and began to retreat in horror, because in her eyes, that thing was clearly a terrible monster.
Perhaps realizing the true nature of the monster before her, and witnessing its gradual formation, Medusa suddenly began to howl and scream in pain in a daze.
She rushed forward and tried her best to stop all this from happening, but no matter how she shouted, fought or made a fuss... Medusa was so powerless, because this was a fate that neither mortals nor gods could prevent.
However, no one ever asked her whether she was willing or not, and no one had the right to choose.
At this moment, all there is is the slow heartbeat and...
Dead silence.
She watched the outline of the thing gradually change, watched all this happen irreversibly, and felt indescribable despair in her heart.
However, when Medusa thought she had reached the end of the road, the power in her body began to surge unexpectedly. The power quickly condensed in her hand and turned into a sharp weapon shining with golden light.
Medusa looked at the object in front of her that began to jump, then looked down at the weapon in her hand, and seemed to understand something.
The power of hope is so strong in the hands of those with strong will, and it was this power that mercifully gave Medusa the power to choose.
At this moment, Medusa was no longer afraid of anything. Even though everything was full of unknowns and horrors, this was the only path she had.
Thinking of this, she suddenly smiled. That smile was desperate and even painful, but Medusa had calmed down. She let the tears accumulate in her eyes, determined to face everything in front of her alone.
She slowly raised her hand, and the condensed sharp light also moved, slowly piercing into the constantly beating object. Before the object could change into shape, it completely lost the power to beat with a shrill and distant howl.
The sacred light disappeared in an instant, and the whole world became pitch black, as gloomy as hell...
“……!!!”
At the same time, Medusa suddenly woke up from her dream. It was an indescribable and obscure dream. She couldn't help but breathe rapidly. While looking at the surrounding environment, she subconsciously raised her hand to touch her cheek.
But soon, Medusa realized that she was at the bottom of the deep sea and there was nothing to touch on her cheek.
She turned her gaze to her abdomen. Her fair, flat belly rose and fell slightly with her breathing, but other than that, nothing had changed.
Medusa closed her eyes and sobbed in relief.
But her movements paused again, and she looked suddenly at her hands. A faint golden halo disappeared before her eyes.
After pondering for a long time in the terrifying dream, Medusa suddenly realized that perhaps this was not a dream. As a former priestess, she knew that many prophecies were conveyed through dreams.
Perhaps she did kill her own offspring in the future, or perhaps the power of "hope" was telling her... as long as she didn't want to, no one could force her to do anything.
But even after a long period of calming down, the almost exhausted Medusa did not dare to fall asleep in a short time.
With nothing to do, she raised her eyes and began to check for the trace of Poseidon, the god of the sea. She could see clearly in her simple room that he had obviously left.
Medusa had indeed worried that Poseidon, the god of the sea, would dislike her, but now it seemed that none of this had happened. In fact, in the eyes of some nymphs, she was still a shameless and seductive bad woman.
But what she didn't expect was that perhaps her previous guess of whether she was disliked was too idealistic, things changed quickly. For several days, Medusa did not see Poseidon again, the god of the sea, as if all the previous hypocrisy had become a luxury.
Not only that, somehow, things did not stop there. There were even rumors that the sea god favored other lovers. Those gossipy nymphs seemed to be doing it on purpose to make Medusa feel that she was ruthlessly abandoned by the sea god.
Medusa was indeed uneasy at first, because if she was really rejected by the sea god, then let alone revenge, even survival might be difficult.
However, the uneasiness only lasted for a short time. Poseidon's departure was too complete and too sudden. Medusa soon sensed something unusual and even chuckled happily.
Because her next plan might be able to be carried out.
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Poseidon, the god of the sea, took the nymph in front of him, who was full of admiration and throwing herself into his arms, into his arms without any interest. This nymph was equally beautiful and attractive, with an unignorable blush on her face, no less beautiful than Medusa.
Thinking of this, his hands began to wander slowly and ambiguously, and then became unscrupulous, but even so, Poseidon's face remained expressionless and thoughtful, as if he was hugging the woman in front of him purely to vent.
Nymphs have always been full of yearning for the ruler of the ocean and are happy to be conquered. This nymph named Eunice took the initiative to stretch out her hands, exposing her lips and tongue to the sea god she respected, longing for the god's favor, and murmured, "Look at me, my respected and great sea god, look at me who loves you so deeply..."
But just when Eunice was about to get what she wanted, she didn't know what had angered the other party, and she was suddenly pushed away with force, and then a scarlet palm print appeared on her face.
Here, Poseidon didn't need to worry about anything, let alone restrain his violence. The greedy nymph before him somehow irritated him to the point of being unable to articulate the cause. She was the only one who suffered.
Poseidon pinched her fragile, slender neck and asked in a gloomy, hoarse voice, "My dear Eunice, you said you... love me?"
Eunice seemed accustomed to such rudeness and violence. Her face showed no fear, but satisfaction and happiness. "Of course, ahem, my respected Sea God!"
"I, I dare say... none of your lovers love you as much as I do..."
Unexpectedly, Poseidon suddenly felt even colder and more annoyed by her answer. He stepped on Eunice's beautiful face and smiled at her disdainfully, "But who cares? You think too highly of yourself."
Eunice's face turned pale in an instant. She struggled to kiss His feet and beg Him to resolve the anger that came from nowhere, but He kicked her away in disgust.
During this period of time, a figure that made him extremely disgusted kept appearing in Poseidon's mind, but what made him extremely angry was that the lowly Medusa had not appeared in front of him until now!
He still refused to admit that he had fallen in love with such a lowly and dissolute woman in such a clear-headed state. But what made it even more difficult for Poseidon to accept was that Medusa's love was all false.
Therefore, Poseidon, who used to be more restrained, could not help but vent his anger on the innocent nymph in front of him, as if doing so could slightly cover up his frustration!
But before his anger was completely vented, Poseidon, the god of the sea, seemed to sense something and suddenly stopped and looked at the gate of his huge and magnificent palace.
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