Chapter 109: Becoming Your God (XII)

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Chapter 109: Becoming Your God (XII)

As Shang Ke watched Saya’s body gradually solidify, the first thought that popped into his head was: So every god is completely naked the first time they transform into an embodied god…

Saya had long golden hair and golden eyes, with powerful limbs and firm, well-developed muscles. An intimidating aura radiated from his entire body, exerting an invisible pressure on everyone around him. As he approached, Shang Ke instinctively wanted to retreat, but Saya’s divine pressure held him firmly in place. All he could do was watch as Saya walked toward him step by step until he stood directly in front of him.

Saya raised a hand and gently touched Shang Ke’s skin as though testing its warmth. His fingers brushed across Shang Ke’s collarbone, then slowly traveled downward, lingering and stroking him again and again as though admiring and handling a precious piece of jade.

Shang Ke couldn’t move and could only let those two hands roam freely over his body. Yet the bastard currently molesting him still wore the same upright, righteous expression as always. If Shang Ke hadn’t caught sight of the cock between Saya’s legs beginning to stir and harden, he might genuinely have believed the man was merely studying human anatomy.

He had to admit that this guy really was bigger than him. No wonder Saya had worn that strange expression after looking at him before. Still, two grown men standing completely naked inside a solemn and majestic temple somehow felt deeply wrong!

While Shang Ke’s thoughts ran wild, Saya moved until their bodies were nearly pressed together. His hard cock pushed against Shang Ke’s abdomen, rubbing against him every so often. Shang Ke immediately tensed, all his attention involuntarily drawn downward.

Seeing that Saya seemed intent on continuing his increasingly thorough “research,” Shang Ke forced out, “Saya, don’t you think you should put your armor on now?”

“My armor is too conspicuous. It isn’t suitable for appearing before mortals.” Saya lifted one corner of Shang Ke’s animal-hide skirt, seemingly considering whether to strip it off him.

“I can have the Shu Clan make you several sets of new clothes,” Shang Ke hurriedly offered.

Saya paused, then gave a faint, “Mm.”

What the hell is “mm” supposed to mean? Shang Ke glared at him, completely unaware of just how tempting that look was to Saya, who had only just become an embodied god.

Desire surged violently through Saya’s body like a raging fire, heating his blood and leaving him unbearably hungry and thirsty. The sensation was completely unfamiliar, yet strangely fascinating.

He remembered the question Shang Ke had asked him not long ago: Why me? Why? Perhaps this was the answer. Shang Ke had awakened desire in him—the desire to possess him.

How did one god obtain another god? The most direct method was to overpower him and force him into submission. But Saya wanted more than that. For example… he wanted to use the most primal ritual to leave his own scent on Shang Ke’s body.

Shang Ke felt Saya’s gaze growing increasingly dangerous. Even the divine pressure restraining him became more domineering, as though Saya might devour him in the very next second.

Shang Ke knew this feeling far too well. Whenever a certain someone got horny, his scumbag aura became especially intense. He could guarantee that this bastard currently had his eyes on Shang Ke’s ass!

A god who had never experienced emotions, possessed practically no sexual knowledge, wielded overwhelming power, and had no concept of restraint was a terrifying prospect once he became horny. Shang Ke had no intention of offering up his own body to find out what would happen. He had absolutely no confidence in a certain god’s sexual technique—or his emotional intelligence.

“Where are you trying to go?” Saya noticed Shang Ke attempting to escape his restraint. His gaze sharpened as he placed a hand on Shang Ke’s shoulder, forcing Shang Ke’s body, which had been gradually turning translucent, to solidify once more.

Shang Ke replied, “I’m going back to have clothes made for you.”

“Don’t you need to take my measurements before making clothes?” Saya asked.

Shang Ke quickly swept his gaze over Saya’s naked body and replied seriously, “I already know your measurements. There’s no need.”

“Just looking is enough?” Saya said magnanimously, as though bestowing an enormous favor. “I permit you to touch me.”

Who the hell wants to touch you?! Since Shang Ke wasn’t wearing his mask, he could finally conceal his emotions properly. No matter how violently he raged inside, his face remained perfectly calm.

Unfortunately, before he could completely rein himself in, Saya suddenly slapped the mask back onto his face.

Shang Ke: (﹁ ヘ ﹁)

Saya: “…”

Saya slowly removed the mask again and stared expressionlessly at Shang Ke.

Shang Ke: Having such a damn traitorous mask is exhausting…

Fortunately, the horny scumbag aura around Saya had faded, replaced instead by a roiling black cloud of gloom.

Shang Ke smacked both hands onto Saya’s chest and began rubbing him with great seriousness. “Thank you, Lord War God, for granting me the opportunity to touch you. I am deeply honored!”

Saya: “…”

Watching those two hands stroke his chest, Saya’s eyes gradually darkened. The desire that had only just subsided was aroused all over again beneath Shang Ke’s touch.

Something hard jabbed forcefully against Shang Ke’s stomach. Shit. Just as Shang Ke tried to pull his hands back, Saya caught them.

Shang Ke looked up and met a pair of suddenly bright, intensely focused eyes.

Saya held Shang Ke’s hands and slowly caressed them, seemingly trying to understand why touching him felt so good. The sensation of their bare skin against each other was indescribably pleasurable, leaving him reluctant to stop.

This time, however, Saya did not take things any further. Some pleasures had to be uncovered little by little. Revealing everything at once would spoil the fun.

Shang Ke’s chastity narrowly survived the encounter, allowing him to remain a pure and unsullied Evil God for the time being.

Several dozen days later, Saya finally received what he wanted: several sets of new clothing decorated with images of the Evil God, along with a few intimate garments worn close to the body.

Yitamo fulfilled his promise and helped the Shu Clan construct an Evil God temple outside the city. Shang Ke’s idol was moved into the new temple, formally establishing him within Imperial Yi territory. More and more worshipers came to offer prayers, and the rate at which Shang Ke absorbed the power of faith increased dramatically.

Although this power could not raise the Evil God’s abilities to a higher level, it could make his physical form increasingly stable and solid. Given enough time, perhaps even the War God would no longer be able to control his body at will.

However, Shang Ke had the persistent feeling that the present peace and prosperity were nothing more than the calm before the storm. The Fire God’s fear of the Evil God ran too deep for him to abandon his plan to seal Shang Ke merely because of a few warnings from Saya. Perhaps he was already gathering the other gods and preparing to strike Shang Ke head-on.

What Shang Ke didn’t know was that Saya had already received messages from the Fire God and several other gods demanding that the Evil God be sealed. Saya had rejected every one of them without the slightest mercy. The Evil God was under his protection. No one was allowed to touch him.

Saya paid little attention to the threats from those gods. Recently, he had developed another habit instead: spying on Shang Ke’s every move.

Every day, the pool inside the War God’s temple reflected Shang Ke’s constantly busy figure. Saya couldn’t understand why he always had so much to do. Like an industrious little bee, Shang Ke spent every day circling around his worshipers, helping solve their problems and ease their worries. If anyone were told this man was the Evil God, they probably wouldn’t believe it.

Shang Ke’s approachable manner not only gained him large numbers of worshipers but also countless admirers. It was common to hear believers in the temple passionately confessing their love to him. “Honored God Uno, please allow your faithful believer to offer my body to you.” Or, “Beloved God Uno, I am willing to preserve my chastity for you.” And so on.

Every time Saya heard such declarations, his mood immediately soured.

However, the ones Saya truly cared about were not these insignificant mortals but three particular people: Neil, the Love God; Prince Yitamo; and Tima, the daughter of the Shu Clan’s chief. They were the people closest to Shang Ke and the ones he trusted most.

Yitamo was especially troublesome. Shang Ke had not only revealed his embodied divine form in front of him, but had even been willing to let him remove his mask. Although Saya had stopped it, there was no denying Shang Ke’s closeness to Yitamo.

Yitamo was Saya’s own worshiper and merely a mortal, so Saya did his best not to hold it against him. Neil and Tima were still within the limits of his tolerance as well. But before long, something happened that finally pushed him beyond endurance.

Previously, Neil had tied a red thread of fate between Yitamo and Shang Ke simply because he found it amusing. Just as Neil expected, Yitamo’s original affection for Shang Ke gradually transformed into romantic love. Yet nothing changed on Shang Ke’s side. He was close to Yitamo, but there wasn’t the slightest trace of romantic feeling.

Neil found this strange. If Shang Ke were still merely a divine spirit, then it would make sense for him to be incapable of romantic feelings toward Yitamo. But now that he had become an embodied god and possessed both emotion and desire, there was no reason for him to remain completely unaffected. Shang Ke clearly liked Yitamo very much. With the Love God’s influence added on top of that affection, love should have developed naturally.

Could it be that he simply hasn’t awakened to those feelings yet? Neil became intensely interested in Shang Ke’s romantic and sexual inclinations.

“Little Mask.” Late one night, Neil dragged Shang Ke to the lakeside and said mysteriously, “Let me show you something good.”

“What is it?” Shang Ke asked, confused.

Neil gave him a peculiar smile and waved one arm. Ripples immediately spread across the lake, and several moving images appeared upon the surface.

Shang Ke leaned forward to look and was instantly blinded by the sight of naked bodies intertwined in sex. The images even came complete with sound: wave after wave of moans rose and fell through the quiet night.

This bastard dragged me out in the middle of the night just to watch live porn?!

Shang Ke gave him a deeply contemptuous look.

Neil asked, “What do you think?”

“What do you mean?”

“What they’re doing.” Neil looked at him eagerly. “Don’t you want to try it?”

Shang Ke gave him a strange look. “With whom?”

“What do you think of me?” Neil leaned lazily against a tree trunk. His seductive eyes shimmered, a smile curved at his lips, and his entire body radiated blatant sexual allure.

Shang Ke openly looked him up and down before shaking his head. “You’re not my type.”

“How would you know without trying?” Neil pressed closer and wrapped an arm around Shang Ke’s waist, whispering beside his ear, “There are no restrictions between gods. All you have to do is enjoy yourself.”

As he spoke, a strange intoxicating aura washed over Shang Ke. Neil slipped a hand inside Shang Ke’s clothes, every breath and every glance saturated with flirtation. Their figures overlapped while the intermittent sexual moans from the lake continued around them, filling the night air with an unmistakably erotic atmosphere.

As the Love God, Neil possessed a natural advantage in matters like this. Even though Neil was taking liberties with him, Shang Ke still couldn’t bring himself to dislike him. The Love God’s aura was like honey, sweetness seeping into the heart and tingling all the way into the bones. An ordinary person would probably find it almost impossible to resist. If I didn’t already have someone I liked, I might actually have gone along with him.

Just as Shang Ke was about to push Neil away, the Love God was suddenly blasted far into the distance by an overwhelming force.

A murderous-looking Saya appeared in front of Shang Ke the next instant. He stretched out one long arm, pulled Shang Ke against him, and vanished from the spot.

Neil, who had been knocked to the ground, struggled to rise only to discover that he had been completely restrained. The War God’s power pinned him firmly in place, leaving him utterly unable to move.

The pornographic scenes continued playing across the lake, and suggestive moans still echoed through the silent night. Neil, however, was no longer feeling the slightest bit amorous…

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