NOVGO.NET Chapter 58: Take Responsibility (H)
The moss lawn still vibrated from the twin impacts of Ebonara and Stheno sailing through the glowing forest like discarded toys.
Medusa stood motionless for half a heartbeat, her long emerald serpent tail coiled tight around her own body.
Then her slit-pupil eyes locked onto Hyun-woo, his soft brown eyes, wide with shock, cheeks faintly flushed from the sudden yeeting, which made something inside her snapped. Why does he look so cute.
Now that she is alone, there are no more interruptions, no more sharing and no more waiting for her turn. Because now it is her turn.
In one fluid motion, her powerful tail lashed out and wrapped around his waist.
“I’ve never felt like this, not once. Not ever. But you made me weird. So…” She caught him by the collar. “…take responsibility.”
Hyun-woo finally closed his mouth. “Medusa… you just yeeted them into next week.”
She shrugged, though her cheeks carried the faintest cool flush. “Who cares, they are tough.” Her cool fingers brushed his cheek once, tender and possessive. “Don’t worry or think about others. You are mine until noon.”
Cool, smooth emerald scales pressed firmly against his warm skin through the fabric of his shirt. Before he could utter a single word, she lifted him clean off the ground and crushed him against her chest.
“Medusa—?!” Hyun-woo yelped, feet dangling uselessly as her cool arms locked around his back, one hand cradling the nape of his neck with surprising gentleness despite the iron strength behind it.
She didn’t answer.
She simply turned and moved.
The world blurred around them as Medusa slithered at terrifying speed toward the stone half of the treehouse.
Her serpent tail propelled them both upward in powerful, sinuous coils, scaling the architecture like it was nothing.
Glowing runes on the granite walls flickered past.
There was distant sounds of Ebonara’s Stheno’s cursing, but as always they were ignored.
Hyun-woo’s heart hammered against her cool breasts.
The contrast between his burning warmth sinking into her chilly body made her breath hitch. For the first time in millennia, she felt heat blooming deep inside her chest, spreading like wildfire through veins that had known only coldness.
The door to her private chamber, slid open at her mere presence.
She carried him inside and sealed it behind them with a decisive thud of magic. The room was cool, black marble floors, silver furs draped across a massive bed grown from living stone, walls etched with faint glowing runes that pulsed softly.
Only then did she set him down gently, almost reverently on the edge of the bed. But she didn’t step back. Instead, she loomed over him, her long serpent tail coiling possessively around his legs and hips, pinning him in place.
Her cold hands framed his soft, pretty face. Her emerald eyes burned with something like a suppressed hunger.
“Medusa…” he started, voice rough with surprise and something deeper.
She didn’t let him finish.
Medusa surged forward and claimed his mouth in a kiss.
It was starving. She was starving. Her cool lips crushed against his, soft yet demanding, parting instantly so her forked tongue could plunge inside.
The twin tips curled around his tongue with desperate precision, stroking, tasting, devouring every inch of him as if afraid he might vanish.
A low, broken sound a half moan and a half whimper escaped her throat.
Hyun-woo moaned into the kiss, his hands sliding up her waist, fingers digging into the smooth transition where pale skin met scales.
The temperature difference was electric. His heat poured into her, chasing away the ancient frost that had lived in her bones since the curse.
Her snake-hair spilled over his shoulders, smaller vipers nuzzling and licking at his neck with cool, affectionate flicks.
They broke apart gasping. Strings of saliva connected their swollen lips.
“You made me like this,” Medusa whispered, voice trembling with raw need. Her cool forehead pressed against his. “Warm. Alive. I can’t stop it anymore. Take responsibility, Θερμός μου.”
Hyun-woo’s brown eyes darkened with desire, but a teasing smile tugged at his pink lips.
His Sex Beast instincts stirred beneath the surface—power humming in his veins, body already adapting, but he held back.
For now. He wanted to tease her first. To make her feel every second of this.
“Oh?” he murmured, voice low and playful. He leaned in and pressed a deliberately slow, open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive spot just beneath her jaw.
His warm lips sucked gently, then his teeth grazed the cool skin. “You kidnapped me, slammed the door, and now you’re begging?” He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, one hand sliding up to tug lightly at one of her emerald snakes, earning a full-body shiver from her. “Greedy, Medusa.”
She hissed and retaliated. Her cool hands yanked his shirt up and off in one sharp motion, nails dragging lightly down his toned chest.
She leaned down and latched onto one of his nipples, sucking hard while her forked tongue flicked teasingly. The cold suction against his heated skin made him arch with a sharp gasp.
“Two can play this game,” she growled against his skin, voice husky. Her tail tightened around his hips, grinding him against her slowly, deliberately.
Hyun-woo’s breath hitched. He tangled one hand in her snake-hair, pulling just hard enough to tilt her head back.
He attacked her throat with hot, open kisses—sucking, licking, then biting down gently on the curve where neck met shoulder.
His free hand cupped one heavy, cool breast through her silk robe, thumb circling the stiff peak until she moaned loud enough to echo off the marble.
They fell into a rhythm of mutual torment. Every time Medusa sucked or nipped at his chest and neck, Hyun-woo answered by worshipping her breasts, pulling the robe open to expose them fully, sucking one rosy nipple deep into his warm mouth while his fingers pinched and rolled the other.
The contrast of temperatures drove her wild; her cool body flushed warmer under his touch, scales rippling with pleasure.
Her tail writhed, squeezing and releasing his thighs.
His hands roamed lower, sliding over her hips and the powerful base of her tail. He found a sensitive ridge where scales met skin and pressed firmly, massaging in slow circles.
“Hyun-woo….!” Medusa gasped, back arching sharply. Her snake-hair thrashed in ecstasy.
He didn’t stop. While his mouth continued its assault on her breasts, he slipped one hand between her coils, finding her already slick, swollen folds pussy.
Two fingers teased her entrance before sliding inside, curling expertly against that perfect spot while his thumb circled her clit with relentless, warm pressure.
Medusa’s eyes rolled back, all composure shattered. “There…right there…don’t you dare stop…”
He didn’t. He kissed her again, swallowing her cries, fingers pumping faster, deeper, while his thumb pressed and rubbed with perfect rhythm.
His Sex Beast instincts fed him exactly what she needed a rhythmic pace, pressure, heat, until her entire body seized.
She came with a broken scream. Her pussy clenched violently around his fingers as a powerful gush of cool, slick fluid squirted over his hand and wrist, soaking the furs beneath them.
Her tail convulsed around him, scales shimmering as wave after wave ripped through her. Snake-hair went limp against his shoulders, trembling.
Hyun-woo kept stroking her gently through it, pressing soft kisses to her flushed cheeks, her forehead, her swollen lips. “Beautiful,” he whispered, voice thick with awe and affection. “So beautiful when you let go.”
Medusa collapsed against him, panting, her cool body trembling with aftershocks. When the first time in her life she felt herself squirt like that. Her emerald eyes—glazed with pleasure and something far deeper—locked onto his. She cupped his face with shaking hands.
“We’re not done are we?” she rasped, a dangerous, loving smile curving her lips. “You are not allowed to stop until I say so.”
Before he could respond, she surged forward again, pushing him flat onto his back atop the silver furs.
Her powerful serpent tail uncoiled from his legs only to reposition, thick coils sliding beneath his thighs and lifting his hips slightly as she straddled him.
The cool, smooth scales against his heated skin sent sparks racing up his spine. Her heavy breasts swayed above him, nipples still stiff and glistening from his earlier attention.
Hyun-woo’s hands found her waist, thumbs stroking the sensitive seam where pale skin met emerald scales. “who said I was not going to take any responsibility,” he murmured, voice husky with desire.
His Sex Beast Talent hummed beneath his skin, body already adapting—his cock throbbing harder, thicker, radiating warmth that made her gasp when it brushed against her slick folds.
Listening to this her chest tightend. She thought he was going to hesitate when she gave him her desires. But he didn’t. So she didn’t hesitate. Medusa reached down, cool fingers wrapping around his penis, guiding the flushed head to her entrance.
With a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, she sank down onto him.
The contrast was devastating.
Her impossibly tight, cold walls engulfed his burning heat inch by inch. Hyun-woo groaned deeply, fingers digging into her hips as her velvet grip squeezed him perfectly.
Medusa’s head fell back, a broken moan tearing from her throat. “So warm… inside me…”
She bottomed out with a wet slap of skin on scales, her tail tightening around his thighs to hold him exactly where she needed him.
For a moment they simply breathed together his heat pulsing inside her chill, her coolness soothing and inflaming him at once. Then she began to move.
Slow at first. Sinuous rolls of her hips that dragged her clit against his pelvis while her inner walls fluttered and clenched.
Her snake-hair spilled across his chest like living silk, smaller vipers licking and nipping at his nipples in time with her rhythm. Hyun-woo met her thrust for thrust, one hand sliding up to knead her breast while the other gripped the base of her tail, massaging that sensitive ridge again.
“Hyun-woo…!” Medusa cried out, pace quickening. The wet sounds of their joining filled the chamber—obscene, rhythmic, perfect.
Cool juices dripped down his shaft with every rise and fall, soaking his balls and the furs beneath.
He sat up suddenly, wrapping his arms around her and capturing her mouth in a messy, desperate kiss.
Their tongues tangled, while he thrust up into her harder. The new angle made her tail thrash wildly, coils squeezing him possessively as her breasts pressed flush against his chest.
“You feel incredible,” he whispered against her lips between kisses, sucking on her lower lip before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat. “So tight… so perfect. And just for me.” He nipped at her collarbone, then latched onto one cool nipple again, sucking hard while his hips snapped upward.
Medusa’s response was a keening wail. Her hands tangled in his black hair, pulling him closer as she rode him faster, and much more wilder.
The temperature play was driving her mad—his burning cock reshaping her insides, stretching her, hitting that spot deep inside with every thrust while her cool walls tried to milk him for everything he had.
Another orgasm crashed through her without warning.
She squirted again, harder this time, cool fluid gushing around his cock as her walls spasmed violently.
Her entire body shuddered, snake-hair going rigid before going limp against him.
But Hyun-woo didn’t stop.
His Sex Beast instincts surged, cock throbbing even bigger inside her as he flipped them in a blur.
Now he was on top, her long serpent tail coiled around his waist and back, pulling him deeper.
He drove into her with powerful, steady strokes, one hand pinning her wrists above her head while the other rubbed tight circles on her clit.
“Again,” he growled softly, voice rough with affection and raw lust.
She was sobbing with pleasure now—cool tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as another climax built rapidly.
Her hips bucked up to meet him, tail squeezing so tight it left faint marks on his skin. “Don’t stop—please—Hyun-woo, I’m—!”
The pressure inside Hyun-woo coiled tighter and tighter, his balls drawing up as her cool, fluttering walls milked him relentlessly. His thrusts grew erratic, deeper, more desperate. “Medusa… I’m close—”
“Come with me,” she gasped, emerald eyes locking onto his with raw vulnerability and need. “Fill me—please—”
They shattered together.
Hyun-woo buried himself to the hilt with a broken groan, his cock pulsing hard as thick, as hot ropes of cum flooded her cool depths.
Medusa cried out sharply, her walls clamping down like a vice around him as she came with him this time instead of squirting she orgasmed and came.
Wave after wave crashed through them in perfect sync, her body trembling violently beneath him while his hips jerked with every spurt.
For long moments they stayed locked together, panting and trembling.
His warmth spilled deep inside her, chasing away every last trace of disgust she had accumulated over her lifespan. Her cool embrace soothed the burning intensity of his release.
But even as the peaks slowly ebbed, neither of them pulled away.
Medusa’s tail remained coiled tightly around him, keeping his still erect cock buried inside her.
Her half-lidded emerald eyes shimmered with emotion—pleasure, affection, and a hunger that still wasn’t satisfied.
She rolled her hips lazily, drawing a fresh gasp from both of them as his still-hard cock shifted within her cum-filled pussy.
“We’re not stopping yet, Thermós mou,” she whispered, voice husky and possessive, leaning up to claim his lips in a slow, deep kiss. “I want more… all night.”
Hyun-woo smiled “don’t worry I don’t think I can stop any time soon.”
They were far from finished.
===========
A Little Bit Sneak Peak From My Other Novel. granted this chapter is stll being edited, so it's going to have lots of mistakes.
________
Massive pillars of raw, unpolished stone held up a ceiling lost to the shadows. In the center of the vast sanctum, bathed in a pool of ethereal, glowing light, sat an elevated throne.
Aether stepped across the threshold, his green eyes glinting with raw, unfiltered chaos as he came face-to-face with the divine, terrifying presence of the Holy Mother.
She was, in a word, awesome. Her eyes were a mesmerizing, kaleidoscopic swirl of multicolored light, constantly shifting and refracting like crushed diamonds. Her skin radiated a pure, luminescent white that seemed to push back the very shadows of the underground cavern. She possessed an undeniably voluptuous figure—big boobs barely contained by the cascading, ethereal silks that draped over her—and an overwhelming, innate aura that hammered against the minds of mortals.
Just looking at her instilled a crushing, biological urge to drop to the floor and bow in absolute submission.
Of course, that trick wasn't working on Aether.
To his right, emerging from the shadows of a side entrance, were Father Sanguis and Father Maroc. They didn't even make it three steps into the light before they, alongside the two Penitent Blades, threw themselves flat onto the cold stone floor, their foreheads pressed against the ground in absolute, trembling reverence.
"So, it was you," a voice echoed. It didn't come from the air; it resonated directly within the soul. "The one who made my children fear you."
Aether stood comfortably, his hands shoved deep into his baggy blue pants. He tilted his head, utterly unbothered by the divine pressure. "I never threatened them to make them fear me," he replied casually.
The radiant woman resting on the throne tilted her head, her multicolored eyes locking onto his stitched face. "So... it was a misunderstanding."
"Yes, it is a misunderstanding," Aether agreed cheerfully.
For a moment, she did not speak. She rose from her throne and began to slowly descend the floating steps, moving around him in a wide circle. Her kaleidoscopic eyes scanned his stitched frame, analyzing, probing, trying to dissect exactly what kind of anomaly had walked into her sanctum. It became immediately obvious that her earlier questions were just for show. She was hunting for his core.
Suddenly, the Goddess reached out.
She didn't just move her arm; she literally folded the fabric of space itself. The air warped and screamed as her luminescent hand bypassed physical distance, reaching directly into his personal space, attempting to phase through his chest and grab something from deep within him.
Smack.
Instead of sinking into his chest, her slender, glowing wrist was suddenly caught in a vice-like grip.
Aether stood perfectly still, his left hand clamped firmly around the Goddess's wrist. The folded space violently snapped back to normal, rippling like a disturbed pond.
Seeing this absolute blasphemy, Father Maroc’s unnaturally stretched face twisted in sheer horror. He lifted his head from the floor, his voice cracking. "You dare touch the Mother—!"
He didn't get to finish. The Goddess snapped her gaze toward the High Priest, delivering a glare so heavily laced with divine wrath that the air itself cracked. Maroc choked on his own breath and reluctantly, fearfully, pressed himself back down onto the floor, trembling uncontrollably.
Shuivira slowly turned her multicolored eyes back to Aether, staring at the hand wrapped around her wrist. "How did you stop me?"
Aether didn't let go. Instead, he looked right back at her. "Don't you think it is rude that you haven't introduced yourself first?"
The Goddess blinked, momentarily taken aback by his sheer audacity. "Did I not? I must have forgotten. I am known by many names, but right now... my name is Shuivira. Now, why don't you tell me what is your name?"
Aether finally released her wrist, letting his arm drop lazily back to his side. "Oh, mine? It is Aether."
They were right back to square one. This time, before she could attempt another spatial parlor trick, Aether spoke up.
"Can you tell me what do you want?"
Shuivira looked down her nose at him, her luminescent skin glowing brighter. "Why should I tell someone so weaker than me?"
Aether stared at her. Weirdo, he thought, his stitched brow furrowing. What is she even talking about? Do I really act like her? He paused, imagining his own arrogant behavior over the past two years. Damn, then I must have looked so cool.
Instead of reflecting on his terrible personality flaws, the homunculus was busy internally praising himself.
On the other hand, the Goddess still hadn't launched another attack. She merely stood there, her multicolored eyes narrowed in profound confusion. "I can't really understand or know what you can even do. Why is that?"
Aether let out a dry, raspy chuckle. "Well, that's disappointing. I thought you just told me I was weak."
Shuivira's expression flattened into a cold, divine scowl. "You are a petty bastard."
"Takes one to know one," Aether shot back, deciding it was time to change the subject. "Well, anyway, you have the exact same energy signature as this thing. So... is this yours?"
He casually reached into his baggy blue pants and pulled out the pulsing, radiant orb of divine energy—the God Spark he had looted from the strange man in the ruined forest.
The moment the Spark hit the open air, the atmosphere in the sanctum exploded with tension.
Father Maroc, Father Sanguis, and the two Penitent Blades—one with square-etched pink eyes, the other with X-marked blue eyes—shot their heads up, their eyes going wide with absolute, unadulterated shock.
Father Maroc’s plastic-like eyes bulged, the bruised welt from Aether’s earlier slap still vivid on his cheek. "So it was you who destroyed the Mother's laboratory!" he yelled, his voice echoing off the cavern walls.
Aether tilted his head, spinning the divine Spark on his fingertip like a basketball.
"I don't know what you are talking about," Aether replied, a wide, innocent grin stretching the stitches under his green eyes. "He attacked me for no reason at all, so I slapped him one or two times."
“He attacked me for no reason at all, so I slapped him one or two times.”
Father Maroc’s stretched, mask-like face turned a violent shade of purple. He opened his mouth to scream blasphemy, to order the Penitent Blades to strike this anomaly down, but a single, heavy shift in the atmosphere silenced him completely.
Shuivira, the Holy Mother, raised a luminescent hand. The cavern went deathly quiet.
Her multicolored, kaleidoscopic eyes remained locked on the God Spark spinning effortlessly on Aether’s finger. She could feel the stolen, ancient Authority vibrating within it.
"Return that to me," Shuivira commanded. Her voice did not echo in the air; it vibrated directly against the soul, heavy with the intrinsic Authority of Divine Law—the power to enforce sacred promises and divine hierarchy.
"Sure. Catch," Aether said.
Without a single moment of hesitation, argument, or bargaining, Aether simply flicked his wrist. The pulsing, infinitely valuable orb of divine energy sailed through the air like a discarded apple and landed softly in Shuivira’s glowing palms.
Silence descended upon the sanctum. It was so quiet one could hear the heavy, terrified heartbeats of the priests on the floor.
Shuivira stared down at the divine orb resting in her hands. Then, slowly, she looked back up at the stitched, baggy-clothed homunculus standing before her. The swirling galaxies in her eyes paused their mesmerizing rotation.
For the first time since her arrival in this world, the Goddess was profoundly shocked.
"You... returned it," she said, her voice entirely devoid of its earlier divine pressure. "Just like that? You did not demand a blessing? You did not ask for a domain, or absolute wealth, or a contract?"
"Nope," Aether replied lazily, picking at his ear with his pinky finger. "What do you even need it for, anyway?"
Shuivira narrowed her eyes, trying to dissect the sheer, unadulterated anomaly standing before her. "It is a fragment of divine Authority. By absorbing it back. I just go to my former strength. But why didn’t you absorb it."
Aether stopped picking his ear. He looked at the radiant, terrifying deity, his green eyes utterly unimpressed.
He let out a loud, exaggerated scoff. "Absorbing external batteries to get stronger? Only cowards do that."
Father Sanguis, still pressed flat against the floor, let out a quiet, horrified wheeze.
Shuivira did not strike him down. Her philosophy was simple: the strong take what they can hold, and she did not consider herself bound by mortal morality. She simply tilted her head, her luminescent white hair cascading over her shoulders.
"You are a deeply weird creature," the Goddess stated, entirely serious.
"It's not like you are any better," Aether shot back, a wild, sharp grin stretching the crude stitches beneath his eyes. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, his posture relaxing into absolute, coiled danger. "Wanna fight?"
The two Penitent Blades tensed, their marked blue and pink eyes flaring with lethal intent. But Shuivira simply raised her hand again.
She looked at Aether. She did not sense fear. She did not sense reverence. She sensed a creature who looked at the apex of the divine order and saw nothing more than a momentary cure for his boredom.
"Very well," Shuivira said softly. "I claim this challenge."
The moment the words left her lips, the Authority of Dominion activated.
Reality did not just warp; it shattered. The massive stone pillars, the groveling priests, the subterranean sanctum—all of it dissolved into a blinding flash of pure, absolute white.
When Aether’s vision cleared, he was no longer standing in a cavern. He was floating in the center of an infinite, starry expanse. A dark, cosmic void stretched endlessly in every direction, illuminated only by the faint light of distant, unborn galaxies.
And then, the Goddess revealed her true self.
She was no longer a beautiful woman sitting on an elevated throne. Shuivira unfolded her original, foreign form—the true vessel of a deity who had murdered the previous goddess of this world and usurped her throne.
She expanded. And expanded. And kept expanding.
Aether had to crane his neck upward, his green eyes widening in genuine appreciation.
Shuivira’s true form dwarfed the very concept of a planet. She was a colossal, ethereal entity of raw, luminescent white energy, her silhouette easily larger than Earth itself. Her multicolored eyes were the size of entire continents, swirling with the violent birth and death of stars. The sheer gravitational mass of her existence caused the cosmic void around them to bend and scream.
Aether, floating before her, was smaller than a microscopic speck of dust. He was a single atom facing down a sun.
"I AM SHUIVIRA," her voice reverberated, not as sound, but as physical, concussive force that shook the fabric of space. "I AM THE HOLY MOTHER. I AM THE USURPER. AND IN THIS TERRITORY, REALITY ACKNOWLEDGES MY RIGHT TO RULE."
"Now that," Aether grinned, pulling his hands out of his pockets and cracking his knuckles, "do you perhaps like listening to your voice."
The Goddess did not hesitate. She unleashed her Authority of Death.
A wave of absolute, conceptual termination washed over the void. It wasn't a physical attack; it was a divine decree. The very concept of Aether's soul was ordered to separate from his physical vessel and be destroyed.
The wave hit Aether. The void turned pitch black.
Then, Aether yawned.
"Nice try," he echoed through the silence.
The concept of death washed over him and simply slid off, unable to parse the fragmented, reality-defying soul inside his homunculus body.
Shuivira’s continental eyes narrowed. If the concept of death would not take him, she would simply erase him with raw, unfathomable power.
She raised a hand the size of a gas giant. The void around her palm ignited, condensing the Authorities of Life, Faith, and Dominion into a single, blinding singularity.
She thrust her palm forward.
A beam of kaleidoscopic, hyper-dense divine energy erupted across the void. It was an attack meant to vaporize celestial bodies, a strike that could casually erase an entire solar system from existence.
It engulfed Aether completely.
The cosmic explosion that followed illuminated the dark expanse for millions of miles. The shockwave tore through the void, leaving a trail of shimmering, distorted spatial rifts in its wake.
Slowly, the blinding light faded.
Floating exactly where he had been, arms crossed defensively in front of his face, was Aether.
Smoke curled off the fabric of his baggy blue pants. His right sleeve had been completely incinerated, exposing his scarred, pale arm. And there, right on his cheek, a tiny, millimeter-long cut had opened.
A single drop of blue blood welled up from the scratch, floating into the zero-gravity expanse.
Aether lowered his arms. He reached up, swiped a thumb across his cheek, and looked at the faint smear of blue on his skin.
He let out a low whistle. "Okay," Aether admitted, his grin turning sharp and feral. "That actually stung a little."
High above him, the colossal, planet-sized Goddess froze. For a being who commanded the cycle of life and death, the sight of a mortal taking a divine strike and coming away with nothing more than a papercut was something she haven’t seen until now.
And that made her more hope full.
Aether cracked his neck, the sound echoing unnaturally in the vacuum of the divine domain. He lowered his center of gravity, and the dark, chaotic energy of a 9-Star Primordial began to bleed into the cosmos around him. now why don’t I use my class for the first time.
"My turn."