Life is written (5)

What must it feel like to be raped?

Terrible, painful, and you’d want to kill the rapists.

Then, what must it feel like to be reverse-raped by the person you raped?

To be precise, what must those being reverse-raped in my temple be feeling?

To experience it firsthand, I called the one who could perform this role best.

“…Why me of all people?”

“Because I think you’d be the best at it in this direction?”

Hestia scanned me lying on the bed with a sour look.

I obediently placed my hands behind my head, feet pointing towards the edge of the bed, adopting a restrained posture.

Of course, I wasn’t actually restrained.

“What does Oppa think of me to suggest something like this….”

“So, you don’t like it?”

“No. I guess I’m the only one who would do something like this for Oppa.”

Hestia obediently sat down, her hip touching my pelvis.

“Don’t worry. The fire is always on in Oppa’s temple, so I’ve seen everything through that.”

“…….”

The femdom saints tormented rapists in slightly diverse ways.

For example, putting a wick in beeswax, lighting it, and then dropping the hot wax on their bodies.

They were tormenting humans in such ways, so Hestia could have been displeased with the fire being used in other ways, but….

“Can I try it once?”

“No, you can’t.”

“Too bad….”

Hestia pushed the beeswax-the candle-aside with a disappointed look.

“Then, we’ll proceed as originally planned, right?”

Chalpak.

Hestia put on thin, latex-like gloves and spread a generous amount of honey gel on her hands from a bowl.

“Hehe, Oppa, you’re hard again.”

“My dick is always hard.”

“Show off.”

Hestia lightly grabbed my dick with her hand.

The honey gel began to coolly soak my dick, feeling like lotion, and Hestia began to spread the honey gel up and down with her warm touch.

Chalpak, chalpak.

Hestia roughly started shaking my dick up and down at a different tempo than usual.

“Keueueu….”

Her small hand roughly stimulated my dick, and the honey gel gradually began to splash upwards.

It was okay when it was just on the whole dick.

For some reason, the moment it touched my glans, it felt like it was making my dick even hotter.

“Keueooeo….”

This is really good.

Hera or Demeter, my other younger sisters, can’t squeeze my dick roughly with their hands like this.

They can do it with their pussies, but their hands can’t do that.

“Hehe, what’s this leaking out here?”

Hestia poked my glans with her index finger.

A long, transparent mucus stretched between my glans and her index finger, and I felt a shiver down my spine from the electrifying sensation.

“Hestia, a little more….”

“No.”

Kkwaaak.

Hestia strongly gripped my dick.

With one hand, she grabbed my dick, which couldn’t even be fully grasped, and kneaded it as if she were going to crush it, making me want to cum immediately.

“Oh my, are you already going to cum? How do you cum so easily like a premature ejaculator with me, Oppa?”

“Keueuk…!”

“Hold on a little longer. How can the supreme god of Olympus be like this? They say couples resemble each other, so after going in and out of Hera Unni’s pussy every day, you must have caught her shitty pussy.”

“Keuheuk, you…!”

Yes, that’s it.

Hestia is the one who can say things to me that no one else can.

“…A shitty dick♥ that just rudely leaks in his younger sister’s hand.”

Uhyooooot.

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

With both hands tightly pressed to my head as much as possible, I tried to unleash the rising sensation from below to my heart’s content-

“No way.”

Kkwaak.

Hestia pressed the underside of my dick with her thumbs.

The sensation that should have been surging up was blocked by Hestia’s thumbs, and my whole body trembled as I felt it filling up and bursting from the bottom of my shaft.

“Hehe.”

Hestia pressed my dick for a while and then lowered her head.

She gently put her lips on my glans, looked up at me, and subtly released her thumbs.

Jjoreup, jjoreup, jjyureureup.

Hestia quietly began to suck my semen, and I obediently entrusted everything to her.

“……That’s the best, Hestia. You’re the only one who can do this.”

“Thank you, Oppa.”

Jjyueueup.

Hestia sucked up all the remaining semen and gave me a bright smile.

“Come to me whenever you want to do something special and secret. I can do anything for Oppa.”

“Then….”

Whisper, whisper.

Hestia’s eyes widened for a moment at my request, and then she started to climb on top of my dick with crescent-shaped eyes.

“There must be a lot of people who would climb on if you asked them to….”

“But there’s no one else who rides as well as you do. Right?”

“I guess so.”

Hestia knelt beside me and slowly pressed her pussy against my dick.

“But I don’t think I said I’d put it in~”

“…….”

“I’m just kidding.”

Jjigeok.

* * *

There’s no problem with the honey gel itself.

But if someone else is harmed by the honey gel, that’s definitely something that needs to be improved.

Ttok, ttok, ttok.

Honey gel, boiled into steam, is piled up in a glass bottle.

Dionysus waited for a long time for the distilled water to accumulate, with his hands in the pockets of his gown.

The amount was less than half a cup of water.

But if this becomes the true goal and purpose of honey gel, a supply-type nectar for humans, the story will be different.

Jjoreureu.

Dionysus carefully poured the distilled water into a glass.

The shimmering, transparent liquid was full of sweet energy, and Dionysus held the glass with a reverent attitude.

“…For success.”

Haljjak.

Dionysus lightly touched the glass with his tongue.

And then he poured it into his mouth in one gulp.

“Hmm….”

He scribbled the taste and aroma on a silk cloth with a quill pen that he had prepared in advance.

And he also specifically recorded the reactions that appeared in his body.

The most important thing was that there should be no unintended side effects-‘aphrodisiac reactions’-from the honey gel.

If there are no aphrodisiac reactions, if it’s only used as a lubricant to help with insertion.

At least, a woman won’t be forced to go into heat and not be able to react properly.

“Kkeuaaaak!!”

A terrible sound echoed from the direction of the temple.

Dionysus briefly expressed his condolences to them, and then he had to quickly eliminate the side effects of honey gel in order to end their hellish pain.

Honestly.

Just looking at the act of rape itself, it’s evil itself.

Moreover, to dare to use something that Dionysus created with the hope that all humans could forget their pain and be happy for a while to forget the pain of destruction?

“…Even if it’s used for consensual virgin sex, rape is absolutely unforgivable.”

Honey gel has already deeply penetrated the human world.

It gave confidence to men who were not confident in their masculinity, and it also gave confidence to women who were afraid of their first experience.

Since they can quickly confirm each other’s sensitivity and end the relationship afterwards, there was nothing better than honey gel when they needed to quickly resolve their sexual desires.

Also.

“Kkeuaak, st, stop…! Th, the feather stimulation is too much…!!”

“What? Premature ejaculator…♥”

“Euaaak!!”

“…….”

The women gathered in Zeus’s temple had awakened their desire for revenge against rape in a different direction.

Honey gel became a weapon for them to torment rapists, and by using honey gel, they could make rapists cum in less than 3 minutes.

“Sigh.”

I can’t tell them not to take revenge in that way, but still, isn’t it a bit much to force them to ejaculate nearly twenty times a day until there’s nothing left to come out?

Tormenting a person until they become withered and unable to eat properly was just torture.

Moreover, since they even feed them honey gel at that time, Dionysus couldn’t help but feel complicated.

“Was this what I created it for?”

Dionysus lamented while recording the reaction of the distilled water he had in his mouth.

The reactions of his heart racing, his lower abdomen heating up, and his skin itching were clear amplifications of his sensitivity.

“…Failed again.”

He became frustrated after failing so many times that he didn’t know how many times he had failed already.

Dionysus put down the quill pen and barely moved his staggering body towards the low-temperature storage created with the power of God.

“Shibal, I should eat a lot of honey gel and jerk off…. Huh?”

Dionysus’s expression crumpled when he saw the object in the low-temperature storage.

“Which bastard soaked the fruit in honey gel and forgot about it?”

Occasionally.

Among the crazy people, there were those who applied honey gel to existing foods and ate them.

Since honey gel itself is basically a food made by imitating nectar, and it’s a food made based on honey, some humans endured the side effects of honey gel and used it as a daily food.

Dip fruit in honey gel and eat it.

Dionysus became frustrated at the sight of the extravagant traces of extravagance.

“Uwaaa….”

The fruit had rotted in the honey gel to the point where it was impossible to recognize its shape.

He was worried about eating it as it was, but he couldn’t use the rest as research material.

“Damn it….”

Dionysus spat out the curse that was stuck in his mouth and pushed the honey gel mixed with fruit into the distiller.

Having already tasted the distilled honey gel, he was filled with the thought of quickly distilling it, jerking off, and going to sleep.

“……Life, shibal.”

Dionysus is the daughter of Zeus.

A full-fledged Titan God.

Now, he is an existence that should be called by the name of the God of OO, and the faith in him has now grown considerably.

The problem is.

God of Heat.

God of Honey Gel.

God of Reverse Rape.

God of Femdom.

Helper God of Rapists.

“…….”

Should the ego that he has been trying to find since he was young, the divine power that is like his mission, really be filled with things like this?

He doesn’t even want to be the God of Love or the Goddess of the Moon.

But if the authority and power he has to take on are reverse rape or femdom, or even the God as a helper to rapists, how should Dionysus accept it?

“Life is really shitty.”

Dionysus continued to swear and extracted the distilled water.

Jjoreureu.

The liquid that transparently fills the glass.

Dionysus poured it into his mouth in one gulp.

“!!”

His throat felt hot for a moment, and then his stomach heated up instantly.

“Keu, heoeok…?!”

It’s not an aphrodisiac reaction.

His body just became strange.

“……Oh.”

Dionysus licked the liquid remaining in the glass.

His tongue was numb and his body was still hot, but this wasn’t an aphrodisiac reaction, but….

“……This, might be good…?”

His tongue was so loose that his pronunciation was slurred, but Dionysus couldn’t control his trembling hands.

“…This is it.”

Dionysus.

She.

Became the God of Liqueur.