Chapter 162: Goddess of Oaths - R19

After a short but oh-so-sweet romp with Lethe, I helped the slightly unsteady goddess back to the wedding hall.

"My stomach still aches," she mumbled.

"Ahem..." I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

We’d gotten back to the ceremony as quickly as possible, so surely no one had noticed…

"Where were you two rushing off to?"

"Wha—! S-Styx?"

Goddess Styx, eyes narrowed like a hawk, observed us as we cautiously entered, hand-in-hand. Arms crossed, she interrogated us like Hera catching Zeus in a scandalous affair.

"What were you doing? You two were practically glued together, like you’d just… you know."

"Um, well…"

"And I think I smell something… something rather… suggestive."...