Chapter 250: So This Is Love!

Love…

Creis murmured the word in a voice that was three parts hesitant and seven parts cold.

“That’s right. Love. We had a child together, but we never experienced love, did we?” 

A trace of the previous resentment reappeared in Olivia’s eyes—very faint, almost diluted by an ocean of affection. 

“You’re the only one who hasn’t experienced ‘love.’ I’ve already loved you once.” 

Clear resentment showed in Olivia’s eyes. 

Creis knew she had wronged her. 

Right now, Olivia was like a hunting beast. If letting her vent all that resentment was for the best, then so be it.

Honestly, Creis didn’t think Olivia could do anything to her. 

Whether it was hatred or love. 

She was worried about whether she could even understand affection, but at the very least, she wouldn’t be defeated by it.

“Even if I’m pressed down on the bed like this, it won’t affect me at all.” 

Creis’s voice held no fluctuation, as if she didn’t know what she was about to face. 

“Creis, are you misunderstanding something? If you want to do something to me, then go ahead and do it. I won’t punish you or anything like that. Many things have already passed. I want you to understand me.”

Creis’s eyes were very serious, but soon she instinctively turned her head away. 

A faint blush rose on her cheeks. 

At such close distance, she could even recall the feeling of kissing Olivia earlier.

“I think… if love can make our relationship better and help us understand each other, then we have to do this. So please… do something to me.”

“You’re making it hard for me to hold back.”

Olivia gently rubbed her face, then moved down to her neck, collarbone, and finally to that soft pair.

“Mmm… mmh…”

For the first time, panic appeared in Creis’s eyes—eyes that had never shown emotion before.

When Olivia touched her body, she felt as if electricity was coursing through her. 

That place shouldn’t be touched by anyone… Yet the moment she remembered that the person doing this to her was Olivia—the one she could trust—Creis’s face turned crimson.

Olivia’s body fragrance became the best seasoning. 

Creis could see her looking at her with a gaze that was three parts appreciation and seven parts doting.

In truth, this wasn’t Creis’s first time doing something like this. 

She had learned how to make a Heavenly Oracle Envoy pregnant, so she had passed on her genes into Olivia’s body. 

At that time, she had also done similar things to Olivia. 

But back then, Creis had been the one on top. 

This time, she could only be pressed down onto the bed.

“Creis’s body is still as beautiful as before.”

“Th-this… what is this?”

“This is [Love]~” Olivia’s smile was elegant yet dangerous. 

“This is something lovers do. Especially on a night like this.”

“Why?”

Creis would soon find out.

Creis didn’t move. 

From beginning to end, she remained vigilant. 

She had never been treated like this before.

A few seconds later, Creis was kissed by Olivia.

This wasn’t an ordinary kiss. 

Olivia held the back of her neck and gently pushed her head forward, biting down on her lips.

“Ugh… hah…”

This feeling of suffocation mixed with a trace of softness was even more obvious than the electric shock from earlier.

As a god, Creis had never made a sound like this before.

Even more private places were being exposed defenselessly to her lover, even toyed with by the other party. 

If it weren’t Olivia, she would have pushed her away within the first five seconds. 

But because it was Olivia… there was even a faint trace of anticipation in her heart. 

Anticipation for the other party to do the things that [Love] would do. 

Only then could she understand her daughter. Moreover, Creis wanted to know what love was like. 

At the very least, this way she could understand Gabriella better.

“Ugh… mmh, ngh, ugh, hah…”

At first, Creis was a little unaccustomed. She didn’t understand. 

It was just physical contact and kissing, yet it felt so good.

Creis didn’t know what was wrong with her.

Her body felt as if it had been infected by a blazing heat. 

Every touch was accompanied by her consciousness pulsing rhythmically, rising and falling along with Olivia’s pace.

Her sharp perception seemed to have been stripped away. 

All her attention was focused on Olivia. 

Even with her tired eyes closed, she could still see that dazed and intoxicated expression. 

She gradually sank into the wine-like sweetness and refreshing scent.

Until those hands were no longer satisfied with just her collarbone and moved downward, touching her lower abdomen.

“Ah…” 

Creis let out a sound.

This clear, bird-like cry was like the whimper of prey when its neck was bitten, or like an inconspicuous ripple on a calm sea—yet its ripples spread to every corner of the water’s surface.

“Olivia… this… what is this…?”

“Does it feel good~? How strange.”

Creis’s face was already red beyond recognition, but compared to her sensitive body, it no longer mattered.

One hand covered her face while the other rested on the back of the hand that was caressing her lower abdomen, as if putting up a symbolic resistance. 

But in front of Olivia, that hand became meaningless.

“Creis wants to change, right? This is change.”

“B-but… mmh.” 

Creis couldn’t hold back another sound. 

Olivia’s movements were intense.

She began to worry whether these sounds would be heard by Gabriella. 

As a mother, as a god, this shouldn’t happen. 

This shouldn’t appear.

Olivia’s hand continued advancing toward her most vulnerable spot.

“This place belongs to me too, doesn’t it?”

“Belongs…” 

Creis didn’t understand what Olivia was saying, but she quickly realized and nodded stammeringly.

Olivia greedily gazed at her body—this maid who had been bullied and pressed beneath her.

“Creis is so cute. If only I had realized it earlier.”

At first, Creis’s slight awkwardness seemed to earn Olivia’s pity.

Creis wanted to forget this shameful, strange feeling. 

But this awareness, accompanied by more irresistible caresses, once again left traces of affection in her already chaotic mind.

Olivia’s movements were light and soft, yet Creis was like a controlled puppet, moving along with her rhythm. 

Her face, which had once emitted no warmth at all, was now burning hot, filled with shyness and affection. 

The more she imagined the empathy she had gained from being with Gabriella, the more she anticipated what Olivia would do to her.

“Ah… hah.”

Before Creis could continue speaking with her soft, weak voice, she was once again gently silenced by Olivia’s lips, letting out a whimper.

Olivia’s entire body pressed down. Their fingers interlocked. 

The light in Creis’s cross-shaped eyes had already dimmed. 

She could only use the last weak glow to observe Olivia’s eyes.

Her face was already burning beyond recognition.

Her body grew weak, like a body eroded by fire magic—limp and powerless, yet increasingly sensitive. 

The feeling of being struck by electricity made her mind grow more and more intoxicated in its haze.

“This… is… mmh…”