Starting With an SSS-Rank Goddess Summon!

’N-no...’

She lay frozen on the ruined mattress.

Her bare skin was entirely slick with a mixture of cold sweat and her own highly visible bodily fluids.

The dark fabric of his bedsheets was heavily soaked directly beneath her trembling thighs.

She couldn’t breathe as her lungs completely forgot how to process oxygen.

’My Lord probably hates me,’ Kaelia thought with her mind spiraling violently into the darkest, most terrifying abyss imaginable. ’I completely defiled his personal sanctuary. I got my fluid all over his immaculate bed. He is going to execute me... He is going to throw me out into the freezing mud.’

She desperately wanted the heavy stone floor of the Keep to magically open up and swallow her whole.

Silas didn’t draw his sword and he didn’t yell nor did he demand an immediate, formal explanation for the mess currently ruining his premium linens.

Silas simply walked forward.

His heavy combat boots thudded loudly against the stone floorboards.

He reached the edge of the large oak bed, completely bypassed her puddle of shame, and casually sat down on the edge of the mattress right next to her.

The heavy bedsprings groaned loudly under the weight of his Gold Core physique.

Kaelia violently flinched.

Her face instantly flushed an entirely new shade of nuclear crimson.

He was sitting so incredibly close she could physically feel the comforting heat radiating from his broad shoulders.

Kaelia scrambled frantically.

She pulled her knees tightly together in a desperate useless attempt to hide her slick, exposed core from his direct line of sight.

”I... I c-can explain!” Kaelia stammered wildly.

Her voice cracked into a pathetic, high-pitched squeak. ”I s-swear on my life, my L-Lord! I w-wasn’t... I didn’t mean to...”

Silas leaned back slightly, resting his calloused hands casually on his knees.

”I’m not mad, Kaelia,” Silas stated calmly.

His tone was completely flat and unbothered.

He looked around the room, noting her discarded white apron on the floor. ”I’m just genuinely curious. Why are you completely naked in my bedroom?”

Kaelia swallowed hard.

Her throat was incredibly dry.

She desperately tried to form a coherent sentence, keeping her panicked eyes locked firmly on his dark boots.

”I-It... it was a c-competition,” Kaelia whispered with her voice trembling violently. ”A Game if you will... That’s what it was, Fenna suggested that we all fight for the right to stay in your room my Lord.”

Silas raised a single dark eyebrow. ”A competition?”

”Y-yes,” Kaelia nodded frantically, her silver hair bouncing against her bare shoulders. ”Everyone w-wanted to claim the space... Brida wanted it, Tamsin wanted it but Eluned explicitly demanded it so we had to fight.”

Silas let out a slow breath.

He could easily picture the chaotic argument playing out in the muddy courtyard.

Putting seventy heavily armed territorial women in a single barracks was a nightmare regardless.

”So how did you end up in here?” Silas asked pragmatically.

”I... I b-beat her,” Kaelia confessed with her voice dropping into a terrified whisper.

Silas blinked.

”You beat Eluned?” Silas asked, genuinely thrown off by the absolute absurdity of the statement. ”How?”

”W-with a cast-iron frying pan,” Kaelia mumbled shamefully.

She buried her burning face directly into her hands. ”She had already beat everybody else, and I panicked so I just swung the pan as hard as I could and hit her directly on the back of the head. She completely dropped.”

Silas stared at the naked, trembling chef sitting on his bed.

’Eh? Beat Eluned with a pan to the head? That’s crazy!’ Silas thought. His brain momentarily short-circuited trying to process the combat.

Kaelia was an S-Rank Culinary support unit while Eluned was a literal, undisputed SSS-Rank Goddess of Life and Death.

The density of Eluned’s divine skull should have physically shattered the iron pan into a thousand pieces upon impact...

Then, the reality of the situation hit his mind.

’Wait,’ Silas realized with a smirk touching his lips. ’Eluned absolutely let her win.’

The Goddess was ridiculously overpowered, but she was also deeply addicted to Kaelia’s cooking even though she didn’t want to say so.

Eluned definitely realized that if she nuked the chef in a petty hallway dispute, she wouldn’t get her premium mana-infused roasted boar for dinner.

The Goddess had shamelessly taken a dive for the sake of her own stomach.

”I see,” Silas noted, successfully suppressing a laugh. ”A flawless victory I’m guessing.”

Kaelia didn’t hear the dry amusement in his voice as she was consumed by her own suffocating guilt.

Her voice trembled horribly. ”A-are you going to k-kick me out, my Lord? For d-doing this to your room?”

Without pulling the heavy covers over her exposed body, Kaelia immediately, frantically shifted her posture.

She threw herself entirely onto all fours.

Kaelia pressed her bare knees and palms directly against the damp mattress in a desperate formal dogeza of submission.

She was blissfully unaware of the highly erotic visual she was currently presenting to the man sitting next to her.

Her heavy and incredibly soft breasts hung freely from her chest.

They swung gently with captivating weight as she bowed her head.

Her pale, slender thighs were spread slightly apart, fully exposing the slick glistening wetness of her recent climax directly to the air of the room.

Silas looked down.

He didn’t politely avert his eyes as he openly admired the absolutely spectacular view presented to him.

’God bless the world man...’ Silas thought, fully appreciating the physics of her posture.

”I a-apologize deeply!” Kaelia cried out, bowing her head directly against the heavy sheets. ”I completely crossed a m-massive line! I swear on my life, I w-won’t ever do it again! Please!”

Her voice cracked completely. Hot, genuine tears welled up in her eyes.

”I really want to k-keep cooking for you,” Kaelia sobbed quietly. ”I want to s-stay with you. I want to stay with the rest of the girls in Blessed Land. I don’t w-want to leave. I’m so s-sorry, my Lord.”

Kaelia kept her head pressed firmly against the bed.

She waited in sheer terror for the cold verdict as she fully expected the heavy hand of her Sovereign to grab her by the hair and physically drag her out into the freezing mud.

Silas didn’t reply.

The silence stretched on for ten agonizing seconds as Kaelia nervously tilted her chin up.

She looked at him through her messy tear-soaked bangs of her hair.

”M-my Lord?” Kaelia whispered.

Silas casually rubbed the back of his neck with his thick fingers messed up his dark hair.

He let out a long relaxed sigh.

”It’s okay, Kaelia,” Silas said smoothly.

Kaelia blinked as her tears stopped instantly.

She completely froze, staring up at him in bewilderment.

”I-It’s okay?” Kaelia repeated.

She was unable to process his casual forgiveness. ”But... I defiled your bed.”

”All of us are humans here,” Silas explained, leaning his elbows on his knees. ”Or, at least, human-adjacent... Naturally, biological creatures have their own ingrained desires and specific needs. I can entirely understand the physical frustration of being isolated in a death zone.”

He casually waved his hand, completely dismissing the heavy puddle of fluids ruining his sheets.

”Maybe I should tell Thora to start mass-producing some sex toys in the forge,” Silas suggested thoughtfully, running the application in his head.

Kaelia’s jaw completely dropped as her brain violently derailed.

”S-sex t-toys?” Kaelia muttered with her voice trembling. ”From T-Thora?”

Her deeply repressed active imagination instantly ran wild.

’What if Thora could make like a vibrating toy?’ Kaelia thought.

She vividly pictured the loud boisterous Dwarven blacksmith standing over a blazing mythril anvil.

She imagined Thora vigorously hammering out a heavily enchanted, thick, vibrating metallic phallus powered by small mild lightning runes.

’How would it feel...?’ Kaelia thought. ’Stop being perverted...!’

Kaelia aggressively slapped both sides of her own flushed face with her hands.

Smack!

She violently shook the highly degenerate image out of her head as her cheeks burned with heat.

”Yes,” Silas confirmed entirely casually, completely ignoring her internal meltdown. ”It would definitely help you out with your personal stuff. It keeps morale high... Maybe if I could pull a few capable male Heroes from the summoning pool, then it wouldn’t have been like this...”

He paused.

He looked directly into Kaelia’s wide terrified eyes as he dropped his mask for a second, letting a purely selfish thought slip out.

”But honestly,” Silas admitted with a smirk touching his lips. ”I really like being the only man here. It might be a bit stingy, and it might be entirely unfair to your personal needs... but I want to keep all of you completely to myself.”

Kaelia completely stopped breathing.

Her heart hammered violently against her ribs.

The possessiveness dripping from his deep voice hit her nervous system like a shockwave from a battle.

’Is this a confession or something?’ Kaelia thought. Her entire body broke out in a hot feverish sweat. ’Does he actually want to own me?... All of us...?’

Silas turned his body slightly on the mattress, directly facing her kneeling form.

A very small rare blush slightly covered his own rugged cheeks which proved he wasn’t a soulless robot.

He was sitting next to a stunning, completely naked woman who had just loudly screamed his name in ecstasy.

He offered her a genuine dangerous smile.

”If you aren’t feeling completely satisfied with just my pillowcase,” Silas offered. ”I could always just help you out myself.”

Kaelia didn’t hear a single syllable he said after that.

The words catastrophically short-circuited her central nervous system.

’Have sex with My Lord?!’ Kaelia’s internal monologue shrieked.

Her blush instantly bypassed crimson and went straight to critical nuclear-meltdown levels.

The reality of his heavy muscled body pressing her down into the mattress completely overloaded her mind.

Her insides reacted violently as they were independent of her paralyzed brain.

She became aggressively wet in an instant as a fresh heavy droplet of slick fluid leaked directly from her core and dripped audibly onto the dark bedsheets.

Drip!

But Kaelia was hopelessly too shy.

It was incredibly easy to loudly moan his name out into the empty air when she thought she was completely alone in the Keep room...

It was easy to command a phantom in her private fantasy but now, she physically had the terrifying power to grasp exactly what she wanted directly in her hands, and she was far too terrified to reach out and take it.

”I... I am entirely s-satisfied!” Kaelia shrieked while completely panicking.

She threw herself backward.

”I a-absolutely do not want to stain your immaculate Lordship with my f-filthy juices!” Kaelia babbled incoherently.

She immediately scrambled wildly off the edge of the tall bed, nearly face-planting directly onto the hard stone floor.

Kaelia frantically fumbled for her discarded white apron and her simple clothes, snatching them from the floorboards in pure terror.

Silas watched her completely panic and retreat as he stood up from the bed, dusting his dark trousers off.

”Alright then,” Silas said casually, unbothered by the rejection. ”At least I’m not a Japanese MC.”

Kaelia paused, struggling to pull her shirt over her silver hair. She peeked at him through the collar.

”J-Japanese MC?” Kaelia repeated, blinking in deep confusion.

”I’ll explain the specific cultural lore to you later,” Silas brushed it off with a smirk.

He completely despised those pathetic dense light-novel protagonists who constantly tripped into naked women, suffered a massive nosebleed, and aggressively sprinted away screaming about morality.

Silas knew exactly what he wanted...

He had offered to lay pipe. If she wasn’t ready, that was her call. He wasn’t going to force the issue.

Kaelia frantically pulled her clothes on with her hands trembling violently.

She could physically feel the wetness still continuously dripping down her inner thighs as her core throbbed with a desperate ache.

’If only I was as courageous as Brida...’ Kaelia thought, biting her bottom lip in frustration. ’I would be loudly moaning out his real name by now while he ruined my insides.’