Chapter 3: Divine Mischief: The Scandalous Dance of Gods
The tableau unfolded within the resplendent confines of the Jade Emperor's majestic realm—an ethereal expanse known as the grand peach forest. Over challenging landscapes, a multitude of peach trees burgeoned, each adorned with blossoms in a kaleidoscope of hues. This enchanted haven, unlike all others, existed solely in the perpetual embrace of spring.
In this fantastical haven, the aesthetic allure transcended the ordinary, as if painted by the brush strokes of celestial artists. The peach blossoms, delicate and effervescent, hung like iridescent jewels, their petals whispering tales of timeless elegance. The air, saturated with the fragrance of dreams, carried the sweet symphony of nature's orchestration, creating an intoxicating ambiance.
The verdant foliage, bathed in an otherworldly glow, cast enchanting shadows that danced upon the velvety grass. Unseen whispers echoed through the labyrinthine boughs, hinting at secrets shared only among the ancient trees. A surreal tapestry of colors unfolded, where the hues of spring transcended mere perception, imbuing the scene with an ethereal, dreamlike quality.
Beneath the celestial canopy, the very essence of the garden seemed to pulse with an enigmatic energy. It was a place where reality intertwined with fantasy, where the boundaries between the tangible and the mystical blurred into an intoxicating blend of wonder. In this surreal symphony of nature, every leaf, every petal, and every ray of sunlight conspired to create visual poetry that beckoned the beholder into a realm beyond imagination.
Amidst the dulcet serenade of birdsong perched upon the celestial branches, a provocative symphony resonated—a captivating melody that wove seamlessly into the tapestry of the summer afternoon. For two ethereal hours, a crescendo of passion echoed through the secluded glade.
Drawing closer to the origin of this bewitching chorus, the heart of the enchanted forest revealed a striking tableau. Within a tent fashioned from billowing white linen, a resplendent lady lay entwined with a bare-chested man. Their liaison, though concealed within those ephemeral walls, radiated an undeniable allure, a clandestine dance that fueled the enchantment surrounding the great peach garden.
Clad in a translucent tunic, the goddess-like lady exuded an air of timeless beauty, her form a testament to the clandestine affair orchestrating the atmospheric rapture. As the lunar goddess whispered sweet nothings amid their shared exhaustion, she remarked, "My lord, you're too wild today. I almost couldn't..." Her words lingered, suspended in the fragrant air, as she caressed his chest with a sensuous grace.
Teasingly, the man inquired, "You couldn't, what?"
Undeterred, the lunar goddess replied coquettishly, "Tell you what. Today, you seem a lot different than before."
"Different?"
"Indeed. Today, you come at me much stronger and more passionate than ever before. And I relish this version of you," chimed the lunar goddess's melodious voice.
The satisfaction painted across the handsome man's face betrayed a sense of accomplishment.
As the lovebirds continued their clandestine affair, an unexpected audience descended from the heavens—a flock of white cranes carrying gods and goddesses dressed in pristine white. Their divine presence, evident from the regality in their attire, bespoke their origin as denizens of the heavenly realm.
Leading the celestial entourage was the Jade Emperor, draped in a colorful tunic adorned with a golden dragon motif. However, the ambiance shifted abruptly as the sultry moans reached their celestial ears. The Jade Emperor, maintaining an elegant exterior, struggled to contain his irritation, imposing a stern silence upon his divine retinue.
Waiting for an agonizing hour, the Jade Emperor finally gestured with a wave of his hand, conjuring a wind that unfurled the white tent, exposing the entwined figures within.
Feeling all shy, the lunar Goddess bellowed, "Who dares to come here?" as she glanced toward them. "Ah! What the hell?!" Then looking at the handsome face that she'd just made out with and then pointing to the Jade Emperor, she screamed, "Y-you dare to come here disguised as my husband." The next instant, a green butterfly longsword materialized and slashed it. "Die! Heavenly Lunar Strike!"
A plume of icy beam discharged from the green sword and traveled toward those gods and goddesses, hovering in the air.
Seeing that, the youth standing behind her, smirked even more. To his surprise, none of the gods and goddesses did anything to protect themselves at all.
Within a short time, all of them in the air were covered by a thick mist and turned into a large iceberg.
After waiting for a few minutes, the lunar goddess turned and said sweetly, "My lord, I've taken care of them. Please, don't mind those clowns, I Minerva, the Lunar Queen will never misjudge my husband for those cheap tricks."
Just as she was about to enter into his embrace, a shattering sound echoed and her hands froze as if she was struck by a lightning bolt. Turned and saw that those Almighty figures in the sky were still fine. "Ah, he could break my Lunar Ice Coffin. How, just how is this even possible? There is only one way,... That means-ahh-er- He's my the real Jade Emperor." She came to realize that only the Jade Emperor received the seal to nullify any of the Lunar Palace Technique as a dowry when tied to their fate in marriage.
Furiously, without even looking she slashed her sword behind. Bang! Missed as the youth disguising as the Jade Emperor had long left the place sneakily.
"Where are you, you pig?" she shrieked as she looked around and a sharp pain hit her groan suddenly. This made her madder as their sweet memories started resurfacing in her mind and she made a disgusting expression.
Jade Emperor didn't utter a single word. He acted as if he was not cucked at all. But the evidence was already abundant and there were also more witnesses. Whether he was holding in or not, he still maintained his cold, nonchalant attitude.
Realizing her misdeed, the Lunar Goddess knelt and pleaded, "I've wronged you, my lord. Please, take this useless life and end this disgrace."
Jade Emperor just looked at her.
Instead, a goddess with a black lotus behind her left ear sneered, "Hmph, what a shameless whore? What are you waiting for? Kill yourself."
"Poison Lotus shut your trap. It's none of your business." Lunar Goddess spat. "My Lord, I've been tricked by the shapeshifter. I swore I knew nothing of this."
Just as Poison Lotus was about to refute, Jade Emperor raised his hand stopping her. "Okay, I understand. The matter of fact is that you're the victim here. And I've forgiven you. Just go back to the palace. After I capture Gildamoore the Shadow Dragon, I'll meet you there."
"Gilda-moore? So, it's him that bastard!" asked Lunar Goddess, grinding her teeth.
"Yes, I'll handle it from here. Just don't do anything stupid. Go!" Jade Emperor spoke with sincerity.
After struggling for a minute, the Lunar Goddess requested, gathering her wit. "This shameless lady has another request, sire"
"Hmm, go on."
"This must be a lot to take right now. But can you capture him, alive? Let me end the pig's wretched life with my hand." the lady suggested, clinching her hands.
"Consider it done," responded Jade Emperor.
Tears started to roll over her cheeks as she flew away in the air.
After she was long gone, Poison Lotus, "Your Majesty, are you going to spare her even after she bedded another man? With all due respect sir, we know the Shadow Dragon is a good-for-nothing spoiled prince, a pervert, who only has the shape-shifting ability. However, considering the Lunar Goddess's level of perception, she must have been playing along, no?"
"Lunar Goddess is innocent. No more words. We're going after him," Jade Emperor slapped on his ride, and soon, the dragon flew toward the southwest direction. Others also quickly followed after him.
As the heavenly entourage embarked on their quest, a lone figure emerged from a peach tree— the shape-shifter who had orchestrated the grand deception. With a triumphant laugh, he reveled in the aftermath of his cosmic charade, oblivious to the impending pursuit that would soon unravel his clandestine escapades. "Hee-hee-hee, fooling around with Minerva is the most fondest chapter of my life." Gildamoore, the handsome youth in original appearance laughed heartily as if he scored something remarkable.
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