The handsome Hippomenes, the human descendant of Poseidon, appeared in the city of Iasos. In order to marry the beautiful Atalanta, he once made a promise to the God of Love and Beauty. After success, he would turn his back on Poseidon, the King of the Sea, and become a servant of Aphrodite together with her wife.
The god of love agreed to his request and lent him three golden apples, which she had picked from the sacred garden of Hera on a mission she had given Hercules. She added extra magical power to these golden apples, and no mortal could resist them.
So Hippomenes set out, came to King Iasus, and asked for a contest with Atalanta.
King Iasos agreed to his request, and he did not hide his admiration for this handsome and powerful hero who was said to be a descendant of the Sea King.
But just when Hippomenes was about to compete with Atalanta, a particularly girly man stood up and offered to compete with them.
Different from Atalanta's neutral and beautiful appearance, this person knew at a glance that he was pretending to be a woman.
"How can you, a woman, become Atalanta's husband?"
Hippomenes was furious that a woman would come to compete with him for Atalanta, but at the same time he looked at this woman disguised as a man. She was so beautiful.
Medea, who was dressed as a man but still extremely beautiful, glanced at him disdainfully: "Whether she can be Atalanta's husband is up to her to decide. What does it have to do with you?"
The king of Iasos originally wanted to refuse, but when he was about to speak, when he saw Medea's blue and deep eyes, his words suddenly changed: "Okay, let Attalan You decide for yourself."
The king of Iasos himself felt strange, how could he say such a thing, but the words had been said, and he did not intend to change his words, so he let Atalanta make her own decision.
When Atalanta first appeared, she recognized Medea, her friend and old enemy since childhood. She originally wanted to refuse, but when she heard Adros's message from the crowd, she He nodded in agreement.
Adros has no intention of exiting the game personally, because his sister Artemis is watching this competition, and his wife Aphrodite is also paying attention, and he cannot afford to lose the big for the small. Besides, when Atalanta and Medea were paired together, one was neutral and beautiful, the other charming and erotic, such a beautiful pair, even he was looking forward to it.
The people of Iasos gathered at the competition site. There had been no competition for several days, and they were full of expectations for this new arrival. They were wondering which hero could take down Atalanta, their beautiful and powerful princess.
But when the three people arrived, the crowd became excited.
"How can there be a woman? Do women also want to be the husband of Princess Atalanta?" This is a common thought among people.
"That's great. Princess Atalanta should marry such a beautiful wife. It's a pity that I'm not strong enough, otherwise I also want to be the wife of the princess." This is the idea of some nymphomaniac girls.
"Support Princess Atalanta to marry that beautiful girl." This is the thought of many men who will never eat grapes.
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The game started and the music started playing enthusiastically. Hippomenes took the lead and ran forward, with bursts of warm applause ringing around him. Hippomenes tried his best, his legs felt like the wind was blowing, but there was still a long way to go before the finish line.
Medea was not working very hard and seemed to be walking leisurely, but every time she took a step, she could go a long way, and she kept following Hippomenes.
Atalanta followed closely, and Hippomenes hurriedly took out a golden apple given by Aphrodite from his pocket and threw it to the ground with a thud.
Atalanta was startled, stopped hurriedly, bent down, and picked up the golden apple from the ground. The apple was so bright and beautiful that she couldn't help but put it in her hands.
At this time, the young man had already run a long way forward, but his speed was limited and he was soon overtaken. When Atalanta caught up with him again, he dropped a second apple on the track.
Atalanta couldn't resist the desire again and stopped to pick up the apple again.
"Merciful goddess Aphrodite, bless me with victory!" Hippomenes prayed loudly and threw the third golden apple.
Atalanta hesitated for a moment, then bent down to pick it up.
At this time, Hippomenes was only a few steps away from the finish line. Just as he was about to cross the finish line, warm cheers suddenly came from the crowd.
Hippomenes was extremely surprised. Wasn't he still a little short of the finish line
But when he looked up to the side and ahead, Medea, who had been behind him, had surpassed him at some point and was receiving cheers from the crowd.
Hippomenes was stunned. He did not expect that he, who had already been promised by the goddess of love, would fail. Suddenly, his eyes were dull and his expression was gloomy. He sadly left the competition venue and prepared to go to Aphrodite's palace to ask her why.
Adros looked at him with pity in the crowd: "Child, I am saving you from the misfortune of turning into a lion. Of course, as a good man, uh, I should say a good god, he has done good things. I won’t leave my name.”
Medea's victory was completely controlled by Adros. He used his divine power to shorten the road under Medea's feet. Seriously, she only ran one-third of the distance.
A certain law born from the priesthood of Road and Direction was finally used by Adros for the first time. This is not the power of the Star God, but purely the effect brought by the priesthood. It seems that what he has done in the human world over the past few years has not been without gain.
The victorious Medea looked at Atalanta walking over and opened her arms with a smirk, waiting for her to come.
At this time, the people nearby were shouting for them to hug. What a wonderful and fascinating scene it is to have two such beautiful girls hugging each other. Both men and women are looking forward to this moment.
Unable to resist the urging of the crowd, Atalanta's face turned red, which made people's hearts beat, and she gently embraced Medea, who had a smirk on her face.
After Medea hugged Atalanta, she smiled softly in her ear: "From today on, you are my wife."
"No, you are my wife."
Atalanta's expression has calmed down. Compared to marrying a man, isn't this better? Her red lips moved and she pressed it to the other red lip.
After this scene happened, earth-shattering cheers came from the crowd.
Medea quickly pushed the rogue Atalanta away, her cheeks were red, and she glared at her, not expecting her to be such a rogue. And Atalanta, holding her jade hand with his beautiful palm, welcomed the cheers of the crowd together.
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