Original God, Fontaine Regent, was driven crazy by the player

He stretched out his hand awkwardly and placed it next to Fucaros' ear, carefully avoiding Fucaros's cool long white hair, afraid of pressing her hair again, and moved his hand to her scalp.

There was tenderness in her tone, and Themis was a little confused as to what was wrong with Fucaros.

She was a little worried because he hadn't said a word since the beginning.

"Themis...?"

"What's wrong, Fukaros?"

Fukalos put his hand around Themis' neck and touched Themis' face.

Under Themis' half-worried and half-confused gaze, Fucaros let out a long sigh.

"I must have missed Themis too much."

"Otherwise why would Themis speak to me so gently."

Fukalos murmured to himself somewhat self-deprecatingly.

Fucaros, who had been staring at the ceiling, did not notice that Themis had a strange expression on her face after hearing what she said.

Well, it turns out that I just thought of this as a dream.

Themis narrowed her eyes when she realized what Fucaros was thinking.

I want to see what Fucaros, who thinks this is a dream, can do.

Fucaros slowly sat up, and Themis obediently straightened her back and sat back on the bed.

He just stared at Fucaros with a pair of sparkling eyes.

Sitting up from the bed, Fucaros looked up and down at Themis in front of him.

To be honest, this was the first time she had seen Themis appear in her dreams.

But Themis in dreams is always too hazy and unclear.

Unlike this time, it is so clearly visible.

Extending his finger, Fucaros poked Themis' face. It was soft, just like normal human skin.

Under the gaze of Themis, Fucaros stretched out his hand and touched her dishonestly.

He even untied the belt around her white dress.

Reaching out and pushing Themis in the dream onto the bed, Fucaros began to study Themis' body with great interest.

Do you think Themis has such a good figure?

The God's hand dishonestly placed on Themis' chest and squeezed it twice, then compared it with his own.

The result made Fucaros speechless.

But this is not a big problem. After all, as a god, her concepts are not exactly the same as those of humans.

Aren’t small ones cute? At least Funina is cute and there’s nothing wrong with her.

"Fukalos...what are you doing...?"

Themis lay on the bed, watching Fukaros lift up the hem of her skirt and push it to her belly.

The slightly cool fingers placed on the soft belly made Themis' abdomen contract unconsciously, and her face and brows began to frown.

"Huh~ I see, this is actually my impression of Themis?"

"I actually thought she would show such an expression and attitude in this situation."

Fucaros was a little surprised. No matter what, Themis's reaction was too indifferent, almost no reaction at all.

In fact, Themis just didn't react for a moment. After all, Fucaros suddenly lifted her skirt to observe her. For her, this was an experience more novel than death.

Themis frowned like a kitten and just watched Fucaros talking to himself while carefully exploring his body with his hands.

For example, I have a plan for the next chapter, or I finally understand how delicate Themis' body is...

Themis: ...I didn't expect you, Fucarus, to be so bold in your dreams.

This development was something Themis had never expected.

Unable to resist, she held Fucaros's hand that was touching her randomly, and Themis looked at Fucaros with a forced smile.

She was a little dazed, as if she couldn't expect Themis in her dream to suddenly move.

"Why didn't I know before that you like touching my body so much?"

"Fukalos, be honest."

"Tell me, are you thinking about doing this to me every time I see you?"

The gentle temperament disappeared, and what appeared in front of Fucaros was the familiar appearance of Themis.

Fukalos murmured, "Yes, that's right, the real Themis should look like this."

"That's enough." With a hash mark on her forehead, Themis felt both angry and amused.

What's going on? I treat you gently, but you actually dislike me for not being like this?

Suddenly I became a little curious about what kind of image Fucaros had of me.

But even if Themis couldn't guess, she could understand that she was the image that Fukalos liked.

After blocking Fucaros's mouth, Themis turned over and pressed her down on the bed.

The God was somewhat confused by this series of changes.

Until Themis kissed her lips and pried open her white and neat teeth.

For a goddess like Fucaros who is so despicable, Themis decided to give up her gentleness and prove herself through actions, which would be faster.

The technology that was experimented with Furninna in the dream was actually used on Furkaros this time.

Looking at Fucaros's eyes filled with tears, wetting the hair around her ears.

The corners of her bright red eyes were wet, and her cherry pink lips were now red and swollen due to Themis's biting.

With a few incoherent humming sounds coming from her throat, Themis suppressed her attempt to fight back, pressed her down on the bed with her hands, and helped her turn over so that her back was facing her.

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I don’t know how much time had passed, but I finally realized that the person in front of me was my true love, not a fantasy in my dreams.

Fucaros no longer had any extra thoughts to think about when Themis would return.

What would Themis think of me after she heard everything I said?

Fucaros felt dizzy and a little exhausted by Themi's unconcealed enthusiasm.

From the initial surprise and confusion to the fatigue and hoarseness in the early hours of the morning.

Fucaros: I don’t want to move at all. I’m so tired. How can she have so much energy?

I finally understood what Funina had been feeling in her dreams.

But it was a bit unbearable. Fucaros' moist eyes unconsciously flowed with physiological saline solution. She opened her mouth and bit the corner of the pillow she was holding.

"Can you please stop? I feel like sleeping now, and you can go find Funina..."

Pushing the hand on her waist, Fucaros's soft and boneless hands had no strength at all, and her voice was a little weak.

It's like a kitten stretching out its claws to scratch itself, and there's a hint of coquettishness at the end of the sentence.

"No, Fukaros, you can't rest now--"

Themis leaned close to Fukaros' ear and gently bit her earlobe.

"Funina is still sleeping. Let her continue sleeping. It's not good to disturb her sleep."

There was a gleam in Fucaros' beautiful eyes, and Themis's passion was really too much for her, a sensitive god.

Even if Furninna is added, although Furninna is as sensitive as her, at least there is someone to share the firepower!

I never expected that the scene of our reunion after Themis left would be like this.

Fukaros let out a whimper and a hum in his throat, then buried his face in the soft pillow.

"At least give me a break..."

Fukaros requested.

Hearing Fucaros' request, Themis looked a little embarrassed. She had already given Fucaros a long time to rest.

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Fontaine, early morning.

After a dreamless night, Funina woke up from a peaceful and sound sleep.

The early morning sun shone through the window onto the bed, and Funina raised her arms to block her eyes.

After adapting for a long time, Funina finally opened her blue eyes.

He got up from the bed reluctantly, rubbing his eyes, feeling a little lazy.

Stretching, Funina got up.

With Furninna's careful cleaning and maintenance, Themis' bedroom is still bright and tidy.

After dressing herself up, Funina adjusted her posture in front of the mirror. After making sure there was nothing wrong, the energetic and perfect superstar Funina appeared in front of everyone again.

But what surprised Furninna was that Fucaros didn't come to wake her up today.

After eating the preserved cake that Sedna brought from Villette's room with confusion, Finina felt a little strange, but didn't think much about it.

It was not until Funina arrived at the office of Momang Palace that she was surprised to find that Fucaros had not come here early to deal with the documents.

Looking at the thick pile of documents accumulated on the desk, although Furninna was full of doubts, she still resigned herself to her fate and began to take over from Fucarlos and start working.

Although she didn't dream about Themis yesterday, Furninna's sleep quality was better than ever.

The energetic Funina sat in the office for half a day. There was nothing she could do as there was too much work.

After all, it is the business of the entire country, so no matter how little it is, it won’t be too little.

While Funina was working hard, in Funina's bedroom -

The early morning sun shines in, illuminating the ambiguous atmosphere inside.

The white and soft bedding was newly laid, and under the quilt was Fucaros with bright red eyes and trembling eyelashes.

Her slender neck was full of ambiguous marks. She curled up in the quilt, not wanting to get up.

Yesterday's exercise was indeed quite intense. Even as a god, Fucaros could hardly bear it.

After all, the other party is also a god-level figure.

Themis helplessly picked up Fucaros, who was unwilling to get up, from the quilt. Her body was soft and weak, nestling in Themis' arms.

Fucaros bit Themis' neck with his teeth and was a little bit angry.

"I told you yesterday that I was very tired."

"Sorry, my bad."

It's all her fault anyway, Furninna and Fucaros can't be wrong!

Themis quickly admitted her mistake and said she would be more careful next time.

Holding Fucaros is like holding an exquisite and cute doll.

Themis served the Lord Water God skillfully, and then helped Fucaros put on her divine clothes. She looked at the holy clothes and the exposed fair skin, which still had some red marks on it.

Her throat moved and Themis looked away guiltily.

He was afraid that if he wasn't careful, Fucaros' already sore waist would be further aggravated.

Fukalos doesn't need to eat like Fu Nina, so she saves time on three meals.

In the quiet early morning, Themis hugged Fukalos and held her in her arms.

"Go on sleeping. I'll wake you up at noon."

Rubbing Fucaros's fluffy head, the long white hair felt a little cold, but soon softened and hung between Themis' fingers.

Nestled in Themis' arms, Fucaros reached out and hugged her waist. She didn't want to think about anything now and just wanted to have a good sleep first.

But does Themis love her hair too much?