I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

“I want Hero Nathan to understand that all demons are creations of evil. I have lived far longer than you and know this world very well. They have caused countless suffering, and peace will only be achieved once the demon race is erased from this world,” Radakel said with a serious face.

Was Radakel really trying to convince me despite secretly wanting me dead? It seemed so. At least one thing was clear: Radakel’s hatred for demons ran deep, likely shared by the other Divine Knights. But what about Cecilia? I glanced over at her conversing with Aisha. The Divine Knights didn’t raise her for nothing—there had to be a reason behind it.

We continued our trek for about an hour. Thanks to our enhanced bodies, it was an easy journey, and we could have continued further, but darkness was approaching. Nighttime was when the most dangerous monsters prowled. Amelia insisted that we stop, and Radakel agreed. We found a suitable spot to set up our tents—a wide area surrounded by forest. The knights took turns guarding us, ensuring our safety.

With the protection provided by the knights, we could set up our tents with peace of mind. The girls and boys were separated, which frustrated many of my male classmates, but Amelia was adamant about maintaining caution in such a dangerous environment. While the boys, including myself, set up the tents, the girls, led by Cecilia and Amelia, prepared the meal for the night.

The materials in this world made it quite convenient to cook and gather firewood and food.

As I was busy setting up a tent, I suddenly sensed a hand reaching towards me from behind, attempting to push me. I easily dodged and turned around to face my would-be assailant. It was Aiden.

Didn’t he have anything better to do than bully me again? Aiden, with his hand still outstretched, seemed surprised by my quick reflexes but quickly recovered. His eyes narrowed, and a smirk formed on his lips.

“Aiden, what do you want?” I asked, keeping my voice calm but firm.

“Just having a little fun with the nerd of the class,” he replied, the smirk not leaving his face.

I sighed, deciding not to escalate the situation. “We’re in a dangerous place. Save your energy for the real threats,” I advised.

“Who the hell are you to tell me to save my energy? A weakling like you?” Aiden spat, glaring at me.

I really wondered how he managed to obtain an SS Skill.

“Hero Aiden,” a voice suddenly called out.

I was about to feel thankful until I realized it was Radakel who had called for Aiden. Aiden groaned before joining Radakel obediently. What kind of relationship did those two have?

Once everything was settled, including the meal, we all lined up to be served by Amelia and Cecilia. They offered us a choice of food when it was our turn to pick. I hesitated between the fish and what seemed to be chicken but opted for the chicken in the end. It smelled really good.

After thanking them, I took my plate and looked around. Everyone was seated with their own groups, except for me. Gwen was sitting alone because she despised this class. Aisha was the only other person eating alone, sitting a little way from the noise. She was leaning against a tall tree with a calm expression. She could have joined Gwen, but she likely noticed that Gwen wasn’t in any mood for company.

I smiled and approached Aisha, then took a seat next to her, giving her a bit of space, and leaned against the large tree.

“I hope I am not disturbing you,” I said after settling in.

Aisha chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Not really,” she replied, taking a piece of her fried fish.

I watched her for a moment, appreciating her serene demeanor. Despite the chaos around us, she seemed to find a pocket of peace. “It’s a nice spot,” I remarked, glancing around at the surrounding forest. The leaves rustled gently in the evening breeze, and the sounds of the others were muted by the distance.

“It is,” Aisha agreed, a small smile playing on her lips. “It’s good to find a quiet place sometimes.”

I nodded, taking a bite of my chicken. It was as delicious as it smelled. “Amelia and Cecilia did a great job with the food,” I commented, trying to keep the conversation light.

“They did. It’s nice to have a decent meal after all the walking,” Aisha said, her eyes briefly meeting mine before looking back at her plate.

For a while, we ate in comfortable silence, enjoying the tranquility of our little corner. The noise from our classmates seemed to fade into the background as we focused on our meal and the quiet company.

“You seem to handle everything so calmly,” I said after a while, breaking the silence.

Aisha looked at me, her eyes thoughtful. “I try. It helps to stay grounded, especially in situations like this,” she said, her voice soft but firm.

“I admire that,” I confessed. “It’s something I struggle with sometimes.”

Something that I struggled a lot in my childhood to be precise.

“Is the fish good?” I asked, pointing at the piece Aisha seemed to be enjoying.

Aisha nodded.

“Can I have a piece?” I asked gently.

Aisha nodded again, cutting a piece of her fish with her knife and fork. She was about to place it on my plate, but I suddenly grasped her wrist. With a smile, I guided her hand towards my mouth and accepted the fork, eating directly from it. As I slid the fork out of my mouth, I nodded. “Truly good, yes.”

Aisha was completely caught off guard by my actions. Taking advantage of her stunned state, I cut a piece of my chicken and brought it towards her mouth.

“Open your mouth, Aisha,” I requested, firmly grasping her other hand with mine.

Aisha felt a tingling sensation and, somewhat hesitantly, opened her mouth as I asked. She accepted my fork and ate the small piece of chicken, chewing it slowly.

“What do you think then? Is it good?” I asked, not giving her much time to think.

“Heum, yes…” she replied, her cheeks turning a little red.

“Oh, careful,” I said suddenly, bringing my fingers towards her lips and wiping away the trickling chicken juice from the corners of her mouth. I traced her cherry-red lips with my index and middle fingers before gently slipping them between her lips.

“Hnn~” Aisha moaned uncomfortably, closing her eyes as I traced the inner softness of her lips.

For a moment, we were both still, the intimacy of the moment hanging in the air. I slowly withdrew my fingers, feeling a mix of emotions I couldn’t quite define. Aisha opened her eyes, a mixture of surprise and something else flickering in them.

“Sorry if that was too much,” I said softly, retracting my hand and giving her space.

Aisha took a deep breath, her cheeks still flushed. “It’s… it’s okay,” she murmured, avoiding eye contact.

Oh God I wanted to fuck these lips of hers.

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