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Chapter 99: Nymph wants the D

Chapter 99: Nymph wants the D

Of course, Poseidon was merely joking about being wife, however, he for sure wanted to keep Alan as a concubine or a fuck toy.

Woosh~

With the force of his magical trident, he instantly pushed Alan into a deep sleep.

"Bring him to my bed... I have a meeting to attend now, when I return, there better be baby oil from the human world, and dress him as a newlywed wife," Poseidon said shamelessly.

The two fish guards nodded.

...

Alan’s consciousness drifted somewhere between dream and drowning.

The cold cradle of the deep surrounded him, but the silence was not empty, it pulsed with ancient breath, as if even the water itself remembered being commanded.

Maybe related to authority: When there is will there is a way.

His limbs were heavy, soul pulled taut by divine compulsion.

Time passed, or perhaps it didn’t at all, Alan has no way of knowing.

In the depths of the divine sea realm, time was merely another tool of control anyway.

A ripple passed through the room... Alan’s eyes fluttered open.

He looked around.

The chamber was vast, sculpted from polished coral and framed by bioluminescent veins of living pearl.

Strange music hummed from unseen sources like those melodies of piano, and the air, though underwater, moved as if it breathed.

He lay upon a bed, not a traditional bed like in the human world but a platform, shaped like a seashell, glistening with soft oils and strange powders.

Something, like those from the mermaids cartoon.

Fuck... Is this baby oil and baby powder!

He sat up slowly, his body completely weak, but not broken as every bone on his body was perfectly healthy, with no signs of any Injury.

Just then, he could hear footsteps.

They were soft and silent unlike the large beast, or maybe it was simply a fish that wasn’t capable of producing heavy footsteps.

However...

To his surprise, a woman emerged from the far end of the chamber.

She was tall, ethereal, her form wrapped in silvered silk that clung like sea-foam.

She was like a spirit.

Her skin shimmered like moonlight on water, her eyes twin orbs of abyssal blue. Long hair trailed behind her, coiling like ink in water, and each of her movements carried the weight of restrained divinity.

She paused.

"You’re awake," she said, her voice like a lullaby sharpened by sorrow.

Alan recalled they are called nymphs.

Alan said nothing. His gaze narrowed...

She walked closer with her gaze never leaving his.

She bore no weapons, not some armor, she only had her presence, making Alan confused about why was she even here.

"I am Amphitrite," she said, folding her arms, though not in pride but in defense seeing his gaze lingering at his boobs.

Hey, he sees what’s shown ok.

"Ahem* Ahem*... I am Queen of this palace and first wife of Poseidon,"

Alan’s brows twitched.

Poseidon’s wife.

She moved to the side, avoiding the full light.

"He does this often, he keeps finding new toys, new forms, and new souls. Sometimes he destroys them, sometimes he forgets them,"

Alan’s voice was hoarse, but steady. "So you’ve come to pity me?"

She turned, sharply. "No. I came because you didn’t kneel to Poseidon..."

Silence passed between them.

Amphitrite stepped closer slowly.

"There is a story," she said.

"... of a man born without divinity, who once climbed Olympus by breaking the rules of the gods. Not strength, nor flattery but sheer defiance..."

She knelt beside the bed, not seductively despite the fact she was seductive with that voluptuous figure.

"I have been wife to Poseidon for ages..." she whispered.

"But never has he been mine... Rather than marriage, it’s a imprisonment for me, you just made me dreams outside the confines of these seas, I just came here to seek help,"

"Ooh!? So you want me to take you away from here... I mean, I can do that,"

Hearing this, She looked happy, butttt,

"But, Why should I save you? Or take you away? Like, what would I get?" He questioned.

He is no hero of justice, all hail capitalism.

Amphitrite didn’t look surprised at his bluntness. She’d lived long enough among gods to know that power without selfishness was a lie. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, looking him the way a woman might study a flame in the dark.

"You want something in return," she said, voice smooth, as if she’d expected it all along.

"Then let’s not play games. I have knowledge Poseidon hoards. I know the layout of this realm, the secrets behind the throne, and most of all, I know where he keeps the key to the Sea Gate, the only way out of here alive for someone like you,"

She stepped closer, standing above him now, and for the first time, her scent reached him.

It wasn’t perfume, not flowers, but something clean and ancient , like salt air after a storm, the smell of the ocean reclaiming the shore.

Her natural scent.

"You take me away from here," she continued, "and I give you everything Poseidon has ever stolen. His secrets. His weaknesses. And yes, if you want it; me too. I don’t care anymore about pride or position. I just want freedom..."

Alan sat up straighter on the seashell-shaped bed, finally able to move without resistance.

He stared at her with calm, calculating eyes.

He liked her offer.

"But how can I be sure you won’t betray me... Let’s do this, let me claim you here, in this bed of Poseidon, and after that, I will help you," Alan said seamlessly without any cookie clutter.

Amphitrite didn’t flinch.

She stood there quietly, her expression remained unreadable.

Maybe she thinking something or she was just surprised.

The flickering lights along the chamber walls reflected across her skin like waves passing over a sunken statue.

She looked not like a goddess now, not like a queen, but simply like a woman who had long since buried her shame and now stood without illusions.

"So that’s the price," she said softly.

Alan didn’t answer. He watched her, waiting for a reaction.

Let be real, she had come to him as a traitor seeking alliance.

He didn’t care about divine morality, or poetic redemption. This wasn’t about right or wrong. It was about leverage.

He bends as he likes, all hail communism, he wife is his wife, someone else wife is also his wife.

Amphitrite let out a long breath...

Then she stepped forward.

Her feet made no sound on the coral floor. She reached the edge of the bed, her fingers brushing across one of the silk veils draped from the overhead pearl lattice.

The scent of her body mixed with the salt and oils in the room, that same storm-after-rain scent, calming yet charged.

"You want me to prove I won’t betray you," she murmured, eyes meeting his without blinking.

"So be it. I’ve given myself to a tyrant for ages. If what you ask is the price of my escape... then I’ll pay it..."

She leaned close undressing to reveal her jade body.

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A/N: Please note, this sea realm will be small and we will not cuck zeus, or others anytime soon, but yeah, we will do it later on. Yeah... I feel like mc goes east, he gets women, he goes north he gets women. So, we will focus on women in later Chapters, Haha. Please note this is an early impregnation novel, which means, Mc won’t have women give birth to his kids at the end of the story. The first batch of women are all pregnant. ( Zara, Lina, Tia, Eva, Mira )

Please comment down what is your take... I know you guys love cultivation novel so, check this novel out.