Getting Stronger by Pleasuring the Goddess
Chapter 41: Clara own Mansion?

Chapter 41: Clara own Mansion?

As the two of them walked down the bustling stone-paved road, Clara’s voice remained as blunt as ever, her tone flat and Emotionless as always.

"Edward will be there," she said, her eyes scanning the crowd ahead with little interest. "He’s one of our classmates. His family—Xeno—are among the confirmed attendees."

Reo’s steps slowed for a moment, and a sharp grin crept onto his face. "Edward... huh."

Of course he remembered. That smug bastard. His punches back then were fresh in Reo’s mind—each one like a nail driven into his pride. Weak, frail, humiliated... It was agony to be beaten down while powerless. But now.

Now things were different.

Killing Edward would undoubtedly offend the Xeno family. Maybe they’d retaliate, maybe not. But did it matter? They were just another Slightly stronger family in a long list of people Reo planned to step over People around the Aspiring City were merely a Stepping stone.

Revenge wasn’t just a dish best served cold it was a buffet, and Reo was starving.

Still, he set the thought aside for now. He glanced at Clara, his expression neutral, hesitant, but resolved.

"Hey... Clara. Could you start calling me Reo from now on?" His voice was soft, almost emotionless. "It’s a new name I’ve branded myself with since I left the Academy."

Clara looked at him curiously, tilting her head slightly. She didn’t pry—she never did. After a moment’s pause, she simply nodded. "Alright. Reo it is."

A small silence settled between them before she broke it again, her tone casual but tinged with curiosity. "Is Althea inside you?"

Reo chuckled faintly. "Yeah. Though not right now. She’s... busy."

A scoff echoed in his mind, clearly from Althea herself.

’Busy, huh?’ she muttered dryly. ’You make it sound like I’m inside you Fighting Monsters.’

Andrea, on the other hand, was practically vibrating with excitement inside Reo’s soul, practically clawing at the spiritual barrier to peek out. "Mortal~ come on~ let me out! That Clara girl is Really interesting~"

Reo mentally slammed the door shut. Not now.

Just then, a Hologram broadcast shimmered to life in the air—a hovering projected a large image above the city square, attracting immediate attention. The people around them began to pause, necks craning up, the usual buzz of the street giving way to stunned murmurs.

The footage was clear. Blood. Screams. Bodies.

It showed a rich Man and his guards being slaughtered—precisely, methodically. The attackers moved like they were Frenzy For Blood.

Reo’s expression didn’t change, but Clara raised a brow slightly.

The broadcast voice rang out, slightly distorted but first "The Union’s investigation has identified the masked individual as the one responsible for eliminating The officials within the higher up Marquel. The figure is now referred to as... The Green Masked Demon."

Whispers spread like wildfire through the crowd.

"Did you hear? He took down a whole fortified estate!"

"I heard he doesn’t kill civilians—only the corrupt ones. He’s like... a vigilante."

"Green Masked Demon... I like that name."

One older man muttered under his breath, "Finally, someone’s doing something. Us Civilian have turned a blind eye to the crimes of the rich for too long."

A young woman beside him nodded in agreement. "Maybe it’s a blessing... Maybe we finally have a reaper for the scum."

As the noise grew louder and the crowd buzzed with speculation, Reo and Clara continued walking.

Reo said nothing, but a certain satisfaction glinted in his eyes. His name wasn’t on the news—only the mask. That suited him just fine.

Eventually, they turned a corner and entered a more affluent district. Guards were stationed at every gate, and the air smelled faintly of polished marble and enchanted lanterns. There, standing tall and elegant behind pristine white walls, was a towering estate surrounded by lush gardens and sparkling fountains.

Reo paused, stunned. The sheer size of the mansion took him aback.

Clara barely looked at it. "This one’s one of my Mansions," she said nonchalantly. "There are others. I’ll inherit the rest when I turn eighteen."

There were at least twenty servants in uniform patrolling the grounds, and Reo sensed the presence of several D- and even a few C-ranked guards stationed at key points. The security was tight—but relaxed, as if they had nothing to fear.

"Just out of curiosity..." Reo muttered, still staring at the estate. "How much is this place worth?"

Clara placed a finger on her chin thoughtfully. "My aunt said somewhere between 5 to 10 billion. Not really sure. I don’t pay attention to those things."

Her voice was flat, like she was talking about the price of bread.

Reo nearly stumbled.

Five to ten billion?!

He felt a wave of existential poverty crash into him like a truck. The kind of poverty that clung to your bones and whispered you don’t belong here.

In his mind, Andrea cackled uncontrollably.

"Oh my~ Mortal! this girl seemed That This Girl had Quite a Background~" she chuckled Her voice extremely pleasant in The Mind.

And meanwhile Althea snorted. ’You should ask for a spare room. Maybe you can mop the floors while you’re at it.’

Reo’s face twitched. He turned away dramatically. "I’m not poor... I’m strategically resource-limited."

Reo retorted in his Mind The Harshness of Being Poor Really Slapped him.

Inside thea Clara own Mansion

Clara called one of the servants with a subtle gesture. "Prepare a room for us. Make it quick."

The servant, a young woman in neat uniform, bowed deeply. She didn’t question anything. After all, this was Miss Clara’s first time bringing anyone—especially a man—into her home. It wasn’t just strange. It was Something they would never anticipate.

Rumors often whispered through the academy halls Clara, the Cold as ice in the School, was aloof and untouchable. Her coldness was not cruelty,

but elegance. No one dared approach her romantically—her silence alone could freeze an entire classroom.

Yet instead of damaging her reputation, it only elevated her status. People admired her from a distance, fearful and enchanted all at once.

Soon enough, Reo and Clara stepped inside one of the mansion’s guest chambers—though calling it a "guest room" was a massive understatement.

The room was large. No—immense. Its ivory walls shimmered under a soft arcane glow. Moon-etched designs ran across the carpeted floor like silver vines. A single, massive bed stood at the center—draped in silk, the canopy held aloft by carved dragonwood pillars. A balcony opened to a view of the glowing night gardens.

Reo blinked.

He already expect this kind of luxury.

In fact... what he didn’t expect a bed being so comfortable and could make one Felt like Melting and Right now.

Technically, he was homeless. The rented hotel from last night had already expired, and Reo had planned to sleep in Clara Apartment. But now.

This he didn’t expect her too have already a Mansion this was too comfortable to be real.

Still, he didn’t say anything. He simply sat on the edge of the bed and glanced around, appreciating the strange turn of events.

Clara, however, didn’t seem fazed.

She walked toward him—graceful, deliberate. Then, without a word, she sat beside him, crossing her legs elegantly. The faint scent of her perfume drifted through the air, soft and cold like moonflowers in winter. Her expression was unreadable, her eyes distant, yet thoughtful.

Then... she leaned in and gently grabbed his face.

Her fingers were cool, but not cold. Her gaze lingered on him—intense, studying.

"...You look better than last time," she muttered under her breath, not quite complimenting him, but clearly impressed. "Taller. More defined."

Her voice was flat, but the light flush on her cheeks betrayed her calm.

Ever since the Tower Abyss, Clara had changed. She had witnessed how fragile life truly was—how power and greed twisted people into monsters. But she also learned something else she was small. The world was terrifying. And Reo... Reo wasn’t normal and thinking about him his experience wasn’t ordinary.

His adaptability Capabilities And the way he act wasn’t really something that a Teenager would do.

And every night since then, she heard The Moans through the Tent Althea. Her soft sighs, the faint gasps, the occasional moan slipping out no matter how Tent had Been moving.

Clara didn’t understand it at first. But curiosity was a cruel, relentless thing.

She searched. She researched. She discovered more than she should’ve. At first, she had blushed uncontrollably and thrown her device across the room. But she couldn’t unsee it. Couldn’t unlearn it.

And worse—she couldn’t stop imagining it.

Althea, the perfect and aloof had been doing such things with Reo?

And now, sitting beside him... it felt strange. Her emotions buzzed in a way she wasn’t used to it.

She crossed her arms suddenly, looking away with a sharp, practiced breath. "You... you always do it with Althea aren’t you?"

Reo raised an eyebrow.

"what’s wrong with you?" Reo suddenly stunned confused in his sudden change

She didn’t answer. But the red tint on her pale cheeks deepened.

Inside Reo’s soul space, Andrea practically Laughed in Reo confusion.

A cold scoff rang inside him. Althea was listening.

But she didn’t respond.

Reo exhaled and turned toward Clara.

She was still looking away, her expression composed again—but her fingers fidgeted just slightly in her lap.

He couldn’t help but sigh in confusion why is She so upset?