Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 441 I want to insult you!
This matter is a bit troublesome now.

Astarte knew all this and was unwilling to help Eros fight for the position of Baal.

In her opinion, this position is purely thankless and not worth fighting for.

But for Eros, he is one of the foreign enemies that the Canaan world needs to defend against?
Unfortunately, this cannot be said directly. We can't tell Astarte that we sold Canaan for a good price, right?

It was a very good plan. According to the original plan, Astarte would definitely be persuaded by Eros' words and fight for it.

In this way, with her being able to fight and having status standing in front of him, she can basically block a lot of sight, allowing Eros to make some small moves more conveniently.

Although Eros himself could do it, if he stepped onto the stage himself, the more he showed, the more attention he would attract, and the easier it would be for changes to occur.

Therefore, there is no time to lose in dealing with Astarte as a shield.

For this reason, Eros could only endure the humiliation and gain the trust of this goddess with a bad temper.

In order to gain the trust of Astarte, Eros had to pay some price and feed the demon with his own body.

Other Eros may not be very good at it, but when it comes to pleasing women, he is very good at it.

After Astarte rejected this proposal, Eros did not say anything more and behaved quite well.

This made Astarte very satisfied. A good cat is one that does not make random demands on its owner.

If a cat keeps meowing and annoys her, she will poison it to make it mute.

"Very good, my little pearl, I will give you a name first, so that it will be convenient for me to call you in the future."

Astarte narrowed his eyes, and there was an indescribable evil spirit in his raised purple-red eyebrows.

"I'll call you Hadad. This name is Canaanite. I'll give you a new name when I take you back to Mesopotamia."

Gods generally have multiple names, and they are already very familiar with the practice of changing their names.

Eros did not resist at all, he just had multiple vests and was prepared for it.

He simply asked Astarte the question in return.

"Then why did you come to Canaan, goddess?"

"Me? Well, I'm just holding the fort for now until Baal's position is finally decided."

Like a snake coiled in its own lair, Astarte curled up with her long legs bent and spoke lazily.

"After all, if we were invaded by outsiders at this time, those two guys might not be able to stop us."

Astarte's status is indeed extremely high.

If Eros could really get her unconditional support, then he could easily gain control of the Canaan world.

Unfortunately, Eros is the external enemy she mentioned. It is difficult to prove his innocence and it is hard to convince her.

"Is everything all right? My lovely little Pearl."

After answering Eros' question, Astarte showed a slightly dangerous smile.

"Unlike you, I don't have so many problems."

"Where are you from? What's your past? Why do you want the throne of Baal? Are you coming to me with other intentions?"

"I'm too lazy to understand these things. Everything you've ever done has nothing to do with me."

She gently stretched out her hand, and an invisible force pulled Eros in front of her, quite close to Astarte's evil and charming face.

She hooked her finger under Eros' chin and spat out a dangerous snake tongue.

"But from now on, my little Pearl, everything that is left of you belongs to me."

"In return, I will also protect you. As long as you regard yourself as my property, I will not let anyone hurt you." Why does this sound like a female boss?

The corner of Eros' eye twitched slightly, but to be honest, Astarte's temperament was still able to keep up when he said this.

She does have the capital, but Eros, on the other hand, is now playing the role of a weak and pitiful little white flower.

But Astarte's words gave Eros an idea.

Since you are going to play the poor little white flower, why not act more realistically?

Eros, who had been baptized by various entertainment works, quickly came up with a new plan in his mind.

"Well, if there are no more questions, I'm going to taste you."

Seeing that Eros didn't speak, Astarte licked his lips, his eyes gradually becoming hot.

Eros was a little surprised. Was it so fast?
She is indeed a carnivorous goddess, just like him. She can't wait to taste it as soon as she gets it?
It felt a bit rushed, but it was part of the plan after all.

In order to please and gain the trust of Astarte, Eros felt that he could make this sacrifice.

It’s okay, come on, don’t feel pity for him just because he is a beautiful boy. Just sway your waist as much as you want and take as greedily as a snake.

Astarte looked a little strange. Although he didn't know why, he suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the beautiful boy in front of him.

Not pure enough, a bit weird.

But no matter what, Eros's face alone was enough to satisfy her.

"You, should have the power over beauty, right?"

Astarte's hand gradually slid up, caressing Eros' handsome face, caressing the edges and corners of this face, his eyes gradually becoming obsessed.

This look made Eros realize that something was wrong.

"Well, there are some."

Astarte didn't react to Eros's answer. She seemed a little nonchalant and was still obsessed with Eros's appearance.

"Sure enough, I also have the authority of the goddess of beauty, but why do I feel that my beauty is not as good as yours?"

Astarte's expression gradually became somewhat dangerous.

After hearing these words, Eros could not help but understand what the goddess was thinking.

Suddenly, she felt helpless. Although she already knew that Astarte was a stingy goddess, she was not that stingy.

The two are of different genders, and naturally their perspectives of beauty are also different, so how can they be compared?
It was simply that Astarte herself was affected by the charm, which conflicted with her usual style.

This strange reaction made Eros feel a little amused and helpless.

But before he could think of how to respond, Astarte had already pushed him down in front of him.

Astarte had a hint of evil on his face, and with a faint smile, he looked down at Eros condescendingly.

"So, do you know what I want to do most now?"

She lifted up her pretty little feet, arched them slightly, and spoke in a commanding tone.

"Lick it for me! Respectfully, lick every inch of it clean!"

Eros looked strange and was somewhat speechless.

That's it? That's what you asked for!
　It’s time to tighten the screws again, wuwuwu.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)