Chapter 285 - Hestia And Mahiro
"Magic!!!"
Seeing a magic suddenly appear in the previously empty magic slot, Hestia couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
"Mahiro, you finally have magic in your status!" she exclaimed happily after confirming it.
Hestia knew Mahiro had magic, yet his magic slot had remained empty—a puzzling anomaly.
Even races like elves, who were naturally attuned to magic, would have their pre-existing spells engraved into their status after receiving Falna.
Hestia could only chalk it up to Mahiro's unique nature.
But now, this update had added a magic to his status.
"Celestial Crusaders," Hestia read carefully, examining the new entry.
"Judging by its effects, it's a powerful attack magic… and the chant is long."
In the danmachi, a magic's power was often tied to the length of its chant.
The longer the incantation, the greater the spell's might.
"That's the one," Mahiro said, chuckling.
He hadn't expected Celestial Crusaders to be engraved into his Falna, but it made sense.
A Falna could record magic learned from a grimoire, and the way Mahiro had acquired Celestial Crusaders was somewhat similar.
It wasn't surprising that the Falna recognized it.
"You already knew?" Hestia asked, wide-eyed.
"More or less," Mahiro replied with a nod.
"Celestial Crusaders isn't ordinary magic. It's a forbidden magic."
"Sounds incredibly powerful either way," Hestia said, a smug grin spreading across her face.
"Mahiro is the strongest, no question."
She paused, then added with a mischievous glint, "Maybe with this one, you'll claim the title of Orario's strongest mage."
As if struck by a thought, Hestia huffed, a fox-like smile curling her lips.
"Loki will be furious when she hears."
Orario's strongest mage?
That was Riveria, wasn't it?
Mahiro shook his head with a wry smile.
Hestia and Loki were like oil and water—always finding ways to clash, even over something like this.
"Mahiro, you're close to rank up again," Hestia said, shifting focus.
She transcribed his status onto the parchment and handed it to him.
"I worry you're pushing yourself too hard," Hestia said, her voice tinged with concern.
"I won't," Mahiro said with a smile. "I'm planning to leave Orario for a while."
"Probably, this denatus."
Hestia's eyes widened with curiosity, a dozen questions flickering across her face.
She opened her mouth but closed it, deciding not to press. If Mahiro wanted to share, he would in his own time.
"Well… alright," she said softly, her tone warm but tinged with intrigue.
The Main Quest 3 was complete, and Mahiro intended to take a break.
Of his remaining Quest, Monster Rex Terminator—could be finished soon enough.
The other two required less effort than the third, so there was no rush for now.
Might as well go to check on Asia.
"Does that mean you'll have some time for me later?" Hestia asked, her eyes sparkling.
"Of course," Mahiro said, nodding.
"Perfect!" Hestia leapt into his arms.
"Let's go on a date! We haven't had a proper one yet. How about today?"
Feeling her warmth and softness, Mahiro couldn't refuse.
"A date sounds great," he said, "but first…"
Mahiro's hand slid lower, squeezing Hestia's ass with a firm grip.
She yelped, her face flushing bright red as she swatted his chest.
Hestia's yelp spiked into a nervous whimper as Mahiro's hand shoved under her dress, his fingers diving straight for her vagina.
He rubbed her clit with slow, deliberate strokes, making her pussy wetter with every touch.
As a virgin goddess, the sensation was overwhelming, her untouched body shuddering as she grabbed his arm, her wide blue eyes darting up in panic.
Mahiro's smirk was bold, his gaze pinning her as he teased her slick folds, coaxing more juices from her innocent cunt.
"M-Mahiro, w-wait—!" Hestia stammered, her cheeks blazing.
Her inexperience made every move feel too much, too fast, but her pussy betrayed her, throbbing under his fingers.
"T-this is… I-I don't…" she mumbled, voice tiny, but Mahiro's touch didn't falter, slipping a finger inside her tight, virgin walls, curling it to make her gasp.
"Wait? Your pussy's already soaked," Mahiro teased, his voice low and commanding.
He pulled her closer, her soft tits pressing against his chest as he worked her cunt harder, her juices dripping onto the floor.
Hestia's breath hitched, her virgin shyness clashing with the heat he forced into her core.
His other hand yanked her dress higher, baring her ass, and he smacked it lightly, making her squeak in embarrassment.
"Mahiro, that's—n-not fair!" she whined, her face burning as she tried to cover herself, her innocence making her squirm.
But Mahiro wasn't stopping.
He leaned in. "I want your mouth, Hestia. Suck my cock."
Her eyes widened, her mouth dropping open in shock.
"W-what?!" she squealed, her virgin goddess purity making the idea feel scandalous.
"C'mon," Mahiro urged, his tone firm but patient, like a teacher with a nervous student.
He unzipped his pants, his cock springing free, thick and hard with need.
Hestia froze, her face crimson, her hands trembling at the sight.
"I-I can't… I don't know how…" she whispered, looking away, her voice barely audible.
Mahiro didn't push her down harshly—he guided her gently, his hand on her shoulder.
"Crouch down," he said, helping her to her knees.
Hestia obeyed, her legs shaky, her eyes flicking nervously to his cock.
"Touch it," he instructed, and her trembling fingers brushed his shaft, warm and heavy.
She flinched, pulling back, her embarrassment overwhelming.
"I-It's… too much…" she mumbled, biting her lip.
Mahiro chuckled, gripping his cock and tapping it against her lips—once, twice, three times.
The soft slaps made Hestia gasp, her lips parting in surprise.
"Just like this," he coached.
"Open your mouth, Hestia."
Her cheeks burned, but she hesitated only a moment before obeying, her lips wrapping around his tip, her tongue brushing it nervously.
Her innocence made her clumsy, her cute huffs and whimpers muffled as she tried to please him.
"That's good," Mahiro groaned, his hand resting in her hair, guiding her gently.
Hestia's eyes flicked up, wide and unsure, her virgin awkwardness making her pause.
But his movements spurred her on, and she sucked harder, her tongue swirling around his cock, spit dribbling as she made little choking noises.
Each huff sent pleasure spiking through him, his balls tightening as she learned, her innocence only making it hotter.
"As a virgin goddess, you sure are awesome," Mahiro teased, smirking down at her glossy lips.
Hestia pulled back, her face flushed, and rolled her eyes, huffing.
"S-shut up, you dummy!" she muttered, her embarrassment clear, but the look in her eyes showed she was warming up.
She dove back in, sucking his cock with shy determination.
But Mahiro wanted more—he wanted all of her.
He pulled her up, her lips wet and swollen, and pushed her toward the bed.
"Time for the real lesson," he said.
Hestia's dress hit the floor, her tits bouncing free, her nipples hard, her pussy glistening with need.
She hesitated, her virgin shyness flaring as she tried to cover herself.
"M-Mahiro, I'm… I'm not ready…" she whispered, her voice trembling.
"You are," he said, climbing over her, his cock brushing her thigh.
"Spread your legs."
Hestia bit her lip, her eyes wide with nervous trust, and slowly parted her thighs, her pussy exposed.
Mahiro rubbed his cock against her clit, smearing her juices, and she whimpered.
"Relax," he murmured, and thrust into her pussy slow at first, letting her adjust to his size.
Hestia gasped, the stretch of her virgin cunt sharp and strange, her hands clutching the sheets.
"I-It hurts…" she whimpered, but Mahiro moved gently, easing her into it, his cock filling her inch by inch.
"You're doing great," he said, and her blush deepened, her pussy starting to clench as pleasure mixed with the pain.
He picked up the pace, pounding her steadily, the wet slaps of his cock hitting her cunt echoing in the room.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh—so hot!" Hestia moaned, her voice high and shaky, her tits jiggling with every thrust.
Her innocence made every sound sweeter, her body learning fast under his lead.
Mahiro grabbed her hips, fucking her deeper, his cock slamming her tight walls, the filthy claps of his balls against her ass filling the air.
"You're tight," he grunted, spanking her lightly, making her squeal in surprise.
He pulled out, flipping her to her knees for doggy-style, and Hestia's face burned.
"W-wait, this is… so embarrassing!" she cried, her hand darting back to hide her asshole, her modesty kicking in hard.
Mahiro paused, giving her a gentle smile that melted her nerves.
"You're beautiful," he said softly, his voice warm.
Hestia's eyes fluttered shut, a shy "Mmhhh" escaping her lips as she moved her hand, giving him full access.
Mahiro didn't hesitate—he spread her ass, rubbing his cock against her dripping pussy before thrusting in deep.
Hestia moaned, her cunt gripping him as he pounded her, the angle hitting new spots that made her toes curl.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," he growled, spanking her ass harder, leaving red marks.
Her juices flowed, the room stinking of her wet cunt, the squelching slaps deafening as he fucked her raw.
Hestia's moans turned desperate, her body overwhelmed.
"M-Mahiro, it's too much!" she gasped, but her hips pushed back, craving more.
He grabbed her tits, twisting her nipples, and she squealed, her pussy clenching tight.
"You love it," he teased, and she whined, too shy to admit it, her innocence making her submission hotter.
He fucked her harder, his cock hitting her cervix, the pain-pleasure mix driving her wild.
Her pussy spasmed, and with a scream—"Mahiro!"—she came, squirting hard, her juices spraying his cock and soaking the bed.
"Ahh, ahh!"
But Mahiro kept going, flipping her again, spreading her legs wide, and slamming back in, his cock drilling her oversensitive pussy.
"You're a mess," he panted, rubbing her clit fast as he fucked her missionary.
Hestia's eyes rolled back, her tits bouncing, her pussy gushing again, a second squirt flooding the sheets.
"Ahh, I-I can't!" she wailed, her body pushed to its limit, but Mahiro's grin was relentless.
He bent her legs to her chest, hitting deeper, his cock stretching her cunt to the brim.
He pulled out, shifting her to her side, and shoved his cock back in, lifting her leg for a better angle.
Hestia's moans were incoherent, her pussy so wet the slaps turned to loud squelches.
"You're learning fast," he growled, spanking her thigh, and she whimpered, her body rocking against him.
Her third orgasm hit, her cunt squirting a messy flood, drenching them both as she screamed his name.
Mahiro's balls tightened—he couldn't hold back.
"Fuck, Hestia!" he roared, slamming balls-deep, his cock pulsing as he came, pumping his thick load into her pussy.
Her old virgin cunt milked him dry, their fluids mixing, spilling out as he kept thrusting, riding the high.
Hestia whimpered, her pussy stuffed and sore, her body trembling from the intensity he'd forced on her.
They collapsed, Hestia's breath ragged, her body slick with sweat and juices.
Mahiro pulled her close, her pussy still leaking his cum.
"You're unreal," he muttered, smirking.
Hestia blushed, smacking his chest weakly.
"Y-you're awful," she mumbled, her voice hoarse, but her shy smile showed she'd loved every lesson.
***
Over the next few days, Mahiro didn't go to explore dungeon, spending the rest with Hestia.
Soon, It was the day of Denatus.
"Mahiro, don't worry. I'll make sure you get a great alias," Hestia declared outside the venue.
She was dressed formally, her face set with a determination that made her look like she was heading into battle.
Since the previous night, Hestia had been in full combat mode, even rehearsing multiple times.
"Is all this really necessary?" Mahiro asked, half-laughing, half-exasperated.
"You don't understand," Hestia said, shaking her head with utmost seriousness.
"Hephaestus and I get along fine, but most gods? They're trouble."
Mahiro raised an eyebrow.
That was a bold statement—plenty of decent gods would disagree.
Still, he couldn't deny that some gods were, indeed, a handful.
"This is my first Denatus," Hestia continued,
"but I've heard how those gods name adventurers. They call aliases 'names of shame' for a reason."
Aliases were often designed to sting, poking at an adventurer's pride or quirks.
Hestia's eyes flashed with resolve.
"I won't let them toy with Mahiro like that."
"By the way," Mahiro said, ruffling her hair, "if the gods ask about me, just be honest."
"No need to hold back."
"I won't," Hestia promised, her face breaking into a bright smile.
In the past, she might've worried about Mahiro's talents drawing other gods' attention, risking his departure from her Familia.
But now? Their bond was far deeper than just goddess and adventurer.
"By the way, I'm leaving."
"When you'll be back?" Hestia asked.
"A week..." Mahiro said lightly, before parting with her.
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