Hera was waiting for the shorthand of the clock to hit ten. Even if she feels sleepy, she still held herself not being drawn by darkness, and stays awake. It was just 9:15 in the evening and she needs to wait 45 minutes more.

She heaved a deep sigh and went inside the bathroom to wash her face. She already wears her pajamas. She looked at herself in the mirror—nothing changes with her physical features. But when she turned around and pulled down her pants and undies, the swollen bruise from his spanks was still there but it started to fade since Achilles never touched her after she receives thirty...