Cold

Oh.

You suddenly feel another body crashing square into your chest. The momentum of which brings you down to the ground. Dazed, you rub your head and try to get up. Finding it confusingly difficult to do so, you look down to find yourself pinned by the goddess lying atop of you. Not like you're complaining though, her breast do feel quite comfy pressed up against your chest. And as she lays there most likely knocked out from the hit, you take your first solid look at this goddess;

She looks quite...mythical, her face is, simply put, absolutely stunning. Her flawless ivory skin, her thin rose lips that would look natural scowling at you, and her piercing, glacial blue eyes that would look natural staring at you in contempt. The addition of her shoulder-length snow-white hair just helps make her facial feature pop out even more. Her body is slim and plump. And by your estimations, she looks to be sporting c cup breast.

Would you look at that, looks like those breast estimating classes your father put you through were worth it.

She begins to stir so you quickly finish your analysis. She is dressed in a short blue and white dress covered in intricate motifs. You finish your analysis as she begins to stir.

She finally seems to wake up, as she pushes herself into a sitting position, her ass drifting uncomfortably close to your crotch.

"Ow...where am I?" She mutters as she looks around groggily, gears beginning to turn in her head. Finally, she seems to be remembering the last few events until she brings it all together. "Oh Leom did not..."

And with that, she begins to curse like you've never heard anyone curse before. You feel bad for Leom, who at this level of vulgarity, can surely feel it through space and time and whatnot. You can't help but stare in awe at her oral prowess. I would transcribe it here but I'm sure it would infringe some type of Chyoa guideline.

She finishes, huffing and puffing as she sits motionless. I don't think she's even noticed you.