Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 365

Chapter 365 Madam, you don't want your daughter to be unable to hold her head up, right?

 The suspicious yet familiar smell in the air, as well as the two flushed-faced girls in the courtyard, made Hera sneer with a dark face.

 “You had a good time?”

Although she was deceived by a little girl during the day and did not chase in the right direction, allowing the little **** who wanted to default on her debt to escape; but as a former mistress killer and illegitimate terminator with rich hunting experience, she was not stupid. Before leaving, She had already quietly buried her own ray of divinity in Medea's body.

“You're here just in time. Ata has been ill recently and has some hair loss. Please help me check if he is sick.”

Lorne raised his hand and showed a few light green hairs between his fingers, and in the name of treating his beloved disciple, he sent an invitation to "play the cat" to Hera.

Although she knew that the other party was talking nonsense, with a convenient step to intervene, Hera finally hummed and entered the door.

 It's just a party of four, it's not like I haven't tried it before.

Moreover, one of them is a believer trained by Artemis, and the other is a talent valued by the Academy of Athens. If they have thick **** on a certain occasion, it can be regarded as superior to Artemis and Athens in another sense. Na has two competitors.

Hera thought, raising her hand to the tip of a certain feline's tail, twirling it playfully.

The queen originally just wanted to tease her a bit, but with the soft hair, the delicate and warm touch made people feel relieved inexplicably.

She couldn't help but step forward, and moved her hands up and down towards Atalanta's feline-like organs. The trace of sullenness on her face was gradually replaced by comfort.

By the way, in her original destiny, Atalanta was cursed and turned into a lion, responsible for pulling a cart for Rhea, the goddess of time.

As the daughter of Rhea, Queen Hera is obviously also a hidden "cat lover", and this nature was inadvertently inspired.

 It's just that this made Atalanta suffer.

Huntress thought that with the new character entering the scene, she would escape from the sea of ​​misery, but she didn't expect that the queen would join the two people around her without hesitation.

You guys, don't go too far!

Seeing that his beloved disciple was about to explode, Lorne, the unscrupulous mentor, had no choice but to touch his remaining conscience and step forward to save the situation with a dry cough.

 “Is he supposed to be okay?”

Hera's hand that was rubbing the cat's ears paused for a moment, then loosened it casually as if nothing had happened, and turned around to pick up her little lover.

 “Let's go, let's go into the house and talk about the illness.”

After walking a few steps, the queen seemed to remember something. She turned back to look at Atalanta, who was slumped like mud in front of the stone table, and Medea, who was subconsciously leaning towards the shadows, with a playful smile.

“You two, watch the door outside.”

Watching their dear teacher/senior brother being dragged into the house, Atalanta and Medea in the courtyard could not help but clenched their fists, filled with grief and anger, as if they had foreseen an upcoming insult.

It's too much to kill people but also to punish them...

 At this time, inside the house.

 Hera rested her head on her arms, lying on her side on the bed, her cloud-like hair hanging on the head of the bed, her beautiful eyes flowing, and she curled her fingers at the little lover in front of her.

 “Want to know the diagnosis result? Come and get it!”

Hearing the familiar sentence patterns and looking at Hera who was about to discuss her illness with him in depth, Lorne felt a little bit dumbfounded.

 Apparently, I have to serve the queen tonight before being allowed to escape.

 Furthermore, the script this time seems to be Hera's favorite Minotaur plot.

 It's just different from last time, now the tauren is not the male master, but the female master.

Looking at the two figures standing guard outside the door, Lorne sighed helplessly and began to think about how to enter the drama and play the role of the sufferer tonight.

However, before he could think about it, Hera on the bed became a little unable to hold back, and a rune rope woven with divine power shot out from her fingertips and **** Lorne's neck.

Then Hera's bare hand pulled hard, and her little lover who was chained fell onto the bed and fell on top of her.

“Sure enough, I still prefer to take the initiative.”

Hera sneered, tightened the chain in her hand, raised her dignified and beautiful head inch by inch, and tried to kiss her with her red lips.

At the moment when the lips and teeth of both sides were about to touch, Lorne's expression condensed and he suddenly stood up.

　　Hera jumped at the empty one, and her face suddenly became angry.

"What are you doing? Do you want to ditch me and go spend time with the two little girls outside the door?"

 “What are you thinking, someone is coming…”

Lorne explained dumbfoundedly, raising his hand and pointing to the door where the noise came from.

Since the Queen of Heaven had barged in before, she had destroyed all the warning spells around the courtyard, so he didn't feel anything until a new group of visitors came in.

At this time, Katniss's familiar voice came from the courtyard: "Lorne, where have you been?"

Hera realized that there was a misunderstanding and her face became a little brighter, but now that she was in a good mood, the Queen of Heaven naturally refused to let it go.

 “A little **** descendant, what does it matter what she does?”

Lorne pointed to the three figures cast in the courtyard and advised kindly: "There seems to be more than one person coming..."

"So what?" Hera asked disdainfully, pulling the spell chain unceremoniously and dragging Lorne, who had already touched the door, to the bed again.

Immediately, she stood up, riding her little lover underneath who was still thinking about running away, and snorted domineeringly towards the door.

 “He's not free tonight, go back!”

Just when Hera rejected the visitors and was about to enjoy the prey under her to herself, the door was pushed open, and a certain girl **** wearing a flower crown and holding a gold cup stood in front of the door, looking into the house in astonishment.

"Mother?"

In an instant, Hera, who maintained the riding position, trembled, turned her neck stiffly, and looked at her daughter Hebe, who was the goddess of youth, feeling ashamed and angry.

Although she and Zeus had completed their separation long ago, they no longer had the slightest affection for each other, and they didn't care about her ex-husband's views and mood.

 But for the children she liked, Hera, as a mother, still hoped to maintain her image in their minds.

However, the moment of greed actually made her reveal such a shameful side in front of her beloved daughter, which really made Hera feel a little embarrassed.

Just as she was thinking about how to defend herself and restore her image as much as possible, she saw the youth goddess Hebe outside the door looking around and scratching her head in surprise.

"It's so late, why are you here? Where is Lord Lorne?"

 The unexpected inquiry made Hera, who was on the verge of social death, look down as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw.

As expected, there was nothing underneath, and I was just kneeling on the bed in an unsightly posture.

 But the familiar temperature and touch told her: her little lover was still there, still firmly pressed under her body.

  Athena's [Labyrinth Barrier], and the [Cognitive Distortion] of the Divinity of Memory?

Hera sensed the familiar fluctuations of divine power, and understood in her heart, her original uneasy mood gradually calmed down.

"Well, I have some personal matters that I want to discuss with Lorne, but as you can see, he doesn't seem to be here." Hera on the bed explained, with a calm look on her face.

"That's it..." Hebei heard the words, and there was a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

When Hera saw this, her heart suddenly became tense and she asked cautiously: "What, you have something to do with him?"

“It's nothing serious, I just want to take the opportunity to ask the wine **** for some tips on brewing and cooking.” Hebe replied honestly, with a charming smile on his slightly green face.

Hearing her daughter's answer, Hera secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

 Fortunately, she is only learning how to make wine. If my daughter really hooks up with some little bastard, she will have a big headache.

"That shouldn't be the case. I clearly saw that guy heading towards home." Katniss stepped forward and looked at the house suspiciously.

"I seem to have seen it too..." Hippolyta from behind also nodded in response, adding circumstantial evidence.

At the palace banquet, Hebe, the goddess of youth, learned about the location of Lorne, the **** of wine, and approached Katniss, the homeowner, hoping to visit the **** of wine and take the opportunity to learn about brewing and cooking skills.

 The straightforward Katniss agreed and took Hippolyta with her.

So, after the banquet, the three of them came to the house together. But the real owner he wanted to visit was not found, and instead he unexpectedly met Hera, the Queen of Heaven.

 What they saw in front of them naturally puzzled them.

"Anyway, I didn't see him come back." Hera said, glanced threateningly at Atalanta and Medea outside the door, and continued to calmly add, "Maybe he was delayed on the road? Or he met someone else. Something~~"

Suddenly, Hera's originally gentle tone was inexplicably out of tune, her back suddenly straightened, her upper body trembling slightly, her teeth biting her lips tightly, as if she was trying to suppress some kind of creeping movement in her throat.

 “Mother?” Hebe asked with concern, subconsciously crossed the threshold and walked towards the bed.

"No! I'm fine!" Hera responded quickly, grabbing the head of the bed with both hands and trying to stand up from the bed.

However, just as his body moved a few inches away, he suddenly sat back down.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ification! ~!

 A strong feeling of fullness came over her, and Hera took a deep breath. She looked at the nothingness beneath her and gritted her teeth.

 You bastard, you actually took advantage of this moment!

"What's wrong with you? Your body is shaking and you're sweating so much..."

 The youth goddess in front of the bed took her mother Hera's hand and asked worriedly.

"Maybe... it's the aftermath... of the battle on the Sea of ​​Chaos..." Hera said intermittently, her body trembling even more violently, and even the bed beneath her was shaking slightly.

 “Then I'll take you to see a doctor!”

Hebe wanted to help her mother out of bed and take her to a spiritual doctor for diagnosis, but her mother Hera slapped her hand away and shook her head in refusal.

 “No need! I'll just rest… for a while…”

"But…"

Hebe couldn't help but feel worried when he looked at his mother who had used too much force on the bed and had left clear fingerprints on the metal bed head.

"Nothing to worry about!" Hera interrupted her daughter's concern rudely, and then ordered with a trembling voice, "You go out first, I want to rest~~"

I don't know why, but the voice seemed to have a faint cry.

Haunted by his mother's usual majesty, Hebe didn't dare to ask any more questions and could only walk back to the door three times a step.

 “Mother, how about I stay here and take care of...”

 “Bang!”

 The door was shut tightly, shutting out Hebe who wanted to fulfill his filial duty, causing the originally well-behaved and sensible youthful goddess to fall into serious self-doubt.

 What's wrong with mother? Doesn't she hate me?

Atalanta outside the door saw Hebe's secretly sad look, and couldn't help but whisper comfort.

 “Don't worry, it might just be a minor problem.”

Medea on the side took advantage of the situation to help.

“If you are really worried, you can stay at Katniss's house tonight. Anyway, there are still beds available here.”

The little witch glanced at the closed door. It seemed like a friendly proposal, but it actually contained evil intentions.

 The Queen of Heaven is amazing, isn't she? Don't expect it to be so easy to eat alone!

At this time, Atalanta seemed to wake up, took Hebe's hand, and spoke kindly.

“There are not many female heroes and gods who have come to Thessaly. I just wanted to have a chat with you. Come and let's sit in the courtyard and talk.”

With that said, the enthusiastic huntress took Katniss, Hippolyta and Hebe to sit down at the stone table and chatted together.

Medea took the opportunity to go into the kitchen to prepare some snacks and drinks, and seemed to be chatting all night long.

 The two sisters, who both graduated from Athens College, looked at each other and saw each other's intentions.

 Would rather everyone loses than one party wins alone.

 Let us guard the gate, right? Then I'll help you stay here, and not even a fly can fly out tonight!

 At the same time, inside the house.

Hera looked at the pair of claws firmly pressed on her slender waist and complained angrily.

 “Are you satisfied?”

The air rippled like water waves, Lorne blinked and asked innocently.

"Isn't this all according to your orders? Are you still not satisfied? Then, let's continue?"

 “That's enough, that's enough, let go! Let me out!”

Hera was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she quickly begged for mercy, trying to open the claws on her waist with both hands.

However, Lorne looked at Hera, who had recently become physically demanding and even more unscrupulous in her behavior, her hands motionless and a playful smirk on her face.

“Start when you want to start, end when you want to end, it's not that easy!”

 “Heb is still outside, don't mess around...”

Forced by the situation, the proud Queen of Heaven lowered her head in humiliation.

“So madam, you don't want your daughter to be unable to hold her head up in front of outsiders, right?”

 Lorne spoke leisurely, and then...a knowing blow!

Hera was caught off guard and hurriedly raised her hand to cover her lips, blocking the sound in her throat.

 “Get ready, I'm going to speed up.”

With the devilish whispers in her ears, Hera felt as if she was driving on a winding and bumpy mountain road in Thessaly, with the engine whining and the headlights flying up and down, constantly teetering on the edge of a breakup and a car accident.

The night is long and the road is long. This dangerous and exciting journey seems to have no end.

Hera covered her lips tightly and looked at the bright moonlight shining on the skylight and the four chattering and laughing shadows on the window lattice. For the first time, she felt that sometimes being too strong and lasting was not a good thing.

Finally, with a suppressed and high-pitched wail, the Queen was completely defeated.

 Soon, the alcohol that Medea had been asking for found a new home.

　　Looking at the bright sky outside the window, Lorne stood up comfortably, took out a set of dry clothes from the magic array, and handed it to Hera, who was soft to mud.

 “What are you doing? Do you want to continue to humiliate me?”

 The Queen, who was exhausted both physically and mentally, had a look of resentment on her face.

"What are you thinking about?" Lorne scratched the bridge of Hera's nose and said with a smile, "Hercules seems to have been led out of the city. I have to go and take a look, and help you tell the lie."

Hearing this, Hera felt relieved.

Although this little **** gave her a lot of trouble every time, he could always arrange things properly at critical moments.

 “Remember to go through the back door…”

back door?

Lorne glanced at something subconsciously, and the unfinished look in her eyes made Hera's face suddenly turn pale, and she couldn't help gritting her teeth and getting angry.

 “Aren't you leaving yet?”

Looking at the increasingly brightening sky, Lorne shook his head regretfully.

 Time is running out, forget it, next time.

Under Hera's vigilant gaze, Lorne turned into a golden stream of light, passed through a light film like a water curtain on the window lattice, and disappeared into the fading night.

 The Queen on the bed first breathed a sigh of relief, and then she reacted, her face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

 He set up a sound barrier last night? asshole!

 (End of this chapter)

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