God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the window of the hotel room, casting golden streaks across the polished floor and walls.

Lucy stood by the balcony, her wings partially unfurled, their white feathers glowing faintly under the moonlight.

She gazed out at the quiet city below, the faint hum of distant traffic blending with the gentle rustle of her wings.

Linsley entered the room quietly, his steps light as he approached her. For a moment, he simply watched her silhouette framed by the glow of the night, her figure both radiant and delicate.

"Second thoughts?" he asked softly, his voice breaking the silence.

She turned her head to glance at him, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "No. No second thoughts. Just… wondering if I deserve this."

Linsley frowned, closing the remaining distance between them.

He stopped just in front of her, his gaze steady as he reached out to gently touch her hand. "Lucy, if anyone deserves to feel happy, it's you. Don't let anyone, not even yourself, tell you otherwise."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Her golden eyes searched his for a moment, as if trying to find fault in his words. But there was only sincerity in his voice and the warmth of his touch.

Her hand trembled slightly as she reached up to touch his face, her fingers tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. "You really mean that, don't you?"

"Always," he replied, his voice firm but gentle, as though willing her to believe it. Find exclusive stories on empire

The air between them seemed to grow heavier, the quiet hum of the city fading into the background.

Linsley's hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin.

Lucy's wings shifted, slowly closing around them like a shield as she leaned forward, closing the gap between them. Their lips met, and this time the kiss carried a fervor that left no room for doubt.

Her wings folded tightly behind her as if sealing the moment, and Linsley's arms circled her waist, drawing her closer.

The warmth of their embrace, the unspoken promises in their shared breath, filled the room with a quiet intimacy that needed no words.

The curtains swayed gently in the evening breeze as the city lights flickered outside, their glow softening against the walls.

After they undressed themselves, Linsley fought Lucy in bed and took her virginity.

…

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, its soft rays painting warm patterns across the room. The city's distant sounds began to stir, but the hotel room remained cocooned in a tranquil quiet.

Lucy stirred first, her silver hair catching the light as her wings shifted slightly. She blinked sleepily, the serenity in her expression betraying a rare vulnerability.

For a moment, she didn't move. Her gaze fell on Linsley beside her, his features softened in sleep. The mischievous grin he so often wore was gone, replaced by a peaceful stillness that made him look younger, less burdened by the world.

A small, private smile tugged at her lips as she watched him. She didn't speak, didn't stir him, content to let the moment linger.

The weight she usually carried—the endless battles, the unrelenting responsibilities—felt lighter somehow. And for the first time in what felt like forever, the day ahead didn't seem so daunting.

Linsley stirred then, his eyes fluttering open to meet hers

A lazy grin spread across his face as he took her in. "Morning," he murmured, his voice still rough with sleep.

"Morning," she replied, her tone soft but steady.

They stayed like that for a moment longer, the silence between them filled with an unspoken understanding.

"Ready to face the world again?" Linsley asked, though the smirk playing on his lips suggested he already knew her answer.

Lucy stretched slightly, her wings extending before folding neatly behind her. Her smile widened, radiant and unguarded. "With you?" She paused for effect, then nodded. "Always."

Linsley chuckled, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from her face. "Good. Because there's no one else I'd rather face it with."

The light banter broke the heaviness of the moment, but the warmth between them remained, grounding them both in the knowledge that, for now, they had each other—and that was enough.

Just as they were about to savor the peace for a few more minutes, a faint crackle of energy sounded near the window.

A glowing portal materialized in the air, its edges rippling with violet flux.

Before either of them could react, Aurielle's head popped out, her golden hair framing her mischievous grin.

"Good morning, lovebirds!" she sang, her violet eyes sparkling with delight. "Did I miss anything juicy?"

Lucy sighed, though there was no irritation in her expression. She glanced at Linsley, who looked caught between amusement and exasperation.

Aurielle's gaze darted around the room, her grin widening as she sniffed dramatically.

"Wait a second…" She sniffed again, more deliberately this time. "Why does this room smell like—oh!—Callery pear blossoms?"

Her smirk turned positively wicked. "You know, the ones that smell like—"

"Aurielle," Linsley interrupted, his voice carrying a warning edge, though there was a faint blush creeping up his cheeks.

But Aurielle was already stepping through the portal, ignoring him entirely. Her gaze darted between the two of them, noting Lucy's slightly ruffled silver hair and Linsley's relaxed posture.

"Oh my gods," she drawled, her smirk growing impossibly wider. "You did the deed, didn't you? Look at you two!"

She gestured grandly with her hands. "Freshly woken up, all glowy and satisfied. I can practically feel the lovebirds' energy radiating from the bed."

Lucy, unbothered by Aurielle's antics, merely adjusted her wings and shot her a calm, knowing smile.

"And what if we did?" she replied, her voice smooth but laced with subtle amusement. "Not that it's any of your business."

Aurielle blinked, momentarily caught off guard by Lucy's uncharacteristic confidence.

"Well, well," she said, recovering quickly. "Looks like someone's not the reserved angel she used to be. Guess that's what happens when you finally bag the guy, huh?"

Linsley groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Aurielle, was there an actual reason for this visit, or did you just want to remind us why peace is a fleeting concept in your presence?"

Aurielle ignored him entirely, flopping onto the edge of the bed with a dramatic sigh. "As much as I'd love to continue roasting you two, I'm here to announce that it's my turn for a date."

Aurielle grinned as she leaned against the shimmering edge of the portal, her violet eyes sparkling with mischief. "I mean, you've had your fun, haven't you? The heartfelt confessions, the grand fireworks show, the, uh, extracurricular activities…" She trailed off, wagging her eyebrows at them suggestively.

Lucy arched an eyebrow but remained composed, her golden eyes steady. "And how exactly do you know all that? Weren't you busy terrorizing the gaming convention with Ted?"

Aurielle smirked, crossing her arms. "Oh, please. Do you think I'd let something as trivial as geography or being preoccupied keep me out of the loop?"

She tapped her temple theatrically. "I made myself a little gift. Call it a mix of divination and prophecy. Not only can I foresee things, but I can time my grand entrances perfectly to avoid any… awkwardness."

Her grin widened as she tilted her head. "You know, like barging in while you two were still in the middle of the deed. That would've been incredibly rude of me."

Lucy blinked, momentarily caught off guard, before a quiet laugh escaped her. "I'm almost impressed. Almost."

Aurielle clapped her hands together in mock delight. "Why, thank you! Now, with my impeccable timing, I'm here to claim my turn with lover boy. It's only fair."

Her gaze flicked to Linsley with mock impatience. "Come on, big guy. Don't keep me waiting."

Lucy leaned back, her smile unwavering. "Take him. I've had the best time of my life already." She glanced at Linsley, her expression warm and confident. "And I know he'll still be mine when you're done."

Aurielle whistled low, feigning awe. "Damn, Lucy. That's some top-tier, post-confession, just-became-the-girlfriend confidence right there."

She leaned toward Linsley, whispering just loud enough for Lucy to hear, "Better watch your back, lover boy. She's practically glowing."

Linsley sighed, running a hand through his hair as he smirked despite himself. "Alright, Aurielle. Let's just get this over with before you find a way to escalate things even further."

Aurielle let out an exaggerated gasp, clasping her hands to her chest. "Escalate things? Me? I'm offended."

She grabbed his arm with exaggerated enthusiasm, tugging him toward the portal. "But fine. Let's go. I've got an itinerary that includes gaming, snacks, and maybe just a little chaos."

She turned back to Lucy with a sly grin. "Don't wait up for him, darling! I might just keep him out until dawn."

Lucy's calm demeanor didn't waver. She simply shook her head, her smile serene. "Have fun, Aurielle. I know he will."

Aurielle's laughter echoed as she stepped through the portal, dragging Linsley with her.

The shimmering gate closed behind them, leaving the room silent once more.

Lucy turned back to the balcony, the city still bathed in the soft light of dawn.

A sense of peace settled over her as she leaned against the railing, her golden eyes fixed on the horizon.

Whatever chaos Aurielle might bring, Lucy wasn't worried. She had Linsley's love, and no amount of mischief could ever change that.