Chapter 190: Rain Goddess
An Auction House occupied one of the buildings along the left side of the thoroughfare. Its unusual design and the many Water Orbs scattered across its roof made it impossible to miss.
The glowing spheres hovered above carved stone pedestals, collecting rainwater before feeding it into narrow channels that ran along the walls. Every few seconds, blue light raced through the flowing water and illuminated the entire building.
Any player or NPC passing through the academy would immediately recognize it as the place to buy and sell items. Unfortunately for the Auction House, it stood beside the statue of the Rain Goddess, and next to her, the whole building might as well have been invisible.
Martin slowed before he realized it. Rias walked several more steps before noticing that he was no longer beside her, then stopped and glanced back.
Once she followed his gaze toward the plaza, she understood what had caught his attention.
The Rain Goddess rose above a wide stone fountain at the center of the plaza. Her dress clung to every curve of her flawless body before parting across her chest, where two narrow strips of cloth barely covered her enormous breasts.
Calling that proper coverage was generous.
Martin tipped his head back and took in the view.
That was one hell of a rack.
The sculptor had clearly poured most of his passion into her chest. Each breast looked heavy, round, and almost soft despite being carved from pale stone. The fabric clung tightly between them, revealing a deep line of cleavage that ran low enough to make Martin wonder what kept the dress from slipping off entirely.
His gaze moved down the rest of her body. The cloth hugged her narrow waist before pulling tight over her wide hips, and even from the front, he could tell she had a big ass. Thin folds gathered around her thighs, revealing the shape of her long legs beneath the fabric.
Whoever designed her definitely enjoyed the job.
When Martin finally looked up at her face, he found features so beautiful that they almost seemed unfair. Smooth cheeks framed a delicate nose and full lips, while her calm expression gave her a distant, divine beauty. Her eyes watched over the academy without settling on anyone in particular.
Thick waves of hair flowed down her back, and several strands rested across her shoulders and the upper curves of her breasts.
Rain slicked her pale stone body, catching the blue light as it traveled over every curve. The droplets landed gently and moved far more slowly than normal rain. Water traced her cheeks, gathered beneath her chin, and slid down her throat. Other streams ran between her breasts before disappearing into the folds of her dress.
Martin followed one bright droplet until Rias cleared her throat.
He turned to find her standing with her arms folded beneath her chest and one eyebrow raised.
"What?" he asked.
"You looked very focused."
"I’m appreciating the craftsmanship."
"Of course you are."
"The details are incredible."
"I’m sure you inspected every one."
Martin glanced back at the statue. "Not all of them."
Rias followed his gaze to the goddess’s chest. Her eyes lingered there for a second before she rolled them.
"Another woman with a huge rack," she muttered. "Of course."
Martin glanced at her.
"You still have time," she added.
Each drop flashed with blue light the instant it touched the statue. The glow traveled down the goddess’s body and gathered in the fountain basin at her feet.
From there, the water fed several narrow canals that stretched throughout the academy, gradually losing its magical shine as it mixed with the rest of the rainwater.
The Rain Goddess clearly watched over the academy, much like the Light Tree guarded the Forest Hidden Monster Hunter Academy.
"Do you think goddesses like her will become real once more content unlocks?" Martin asked.
Rias shifted her weight onto one leg. "I bet you want them to."
"You don’t?"
"Anyone that perfect would be boring, if you ask me."
Martin gave the goddess’s huge rack one last appreciative look. "Hmm."
Rias clicked her tongue and headed toward the Auction House. Martin followed her inside with a grin.
Warm air greeted them when they stepped through the doors. The interior looked more like a crowded medieval tavern than an auction house. Thick stone pillars supported the high wooden ceiling, and blue crystals embedded in the walls gave the hall a soft glow. Water flowed through glass channels overhead, scattering rippling reflections across the stone floor.
Rows of tables filled the main floor, each surrounded by cushioned chairs where visitors could comfortably browse hundreds of listings. Players laughed, argued over prices, and shouted whenever they discovered something rare. Servers wove through the crowd with trays of drinks unique to the academy, while NPC merchants sat beside players and browsed the same Auction House system.
A group of armored adventurers had claimed one of the larger tables near the entrance. Their tank had removed his helmet and was drinking from a wide mug filled with dark blue liquid.
Tiny clouds floated above the surface and dropped rain back into the cup whenever he tilted it.
"Seven hundred coins for boots with three percent water resistance?" he complained. "Who does this guy think he is?"
"The only person selling them," the woman beside him replied.
"That doesn’t make them worth seven hundred."
"You said the same thing about your shield."
"And I still bought it."
The rest of the group laughed while the tank glared into his mug.
At a nearby table, two robed women shared a tall glass of clear liquid filled with floating silver droplets. Whenever one of them took a sip, the droplets gathered into a tiny storm cloud above her head before bursting into sparks.
Martin pointed toward the glass. "That looks good."
Rias glanced over. "You want one?"
"Maybe once we find somewhere to sit."
"You mean once you’ve blown all your money."
"I’m not spending all of it."
The doubt on her face made him straighten.
"I’m serious."
"You’ve been looking at every shop we pass the same way you looked at that goddess."
"That’s completely different."
"Is it?"
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