The Oni's eyes widened seeing the Goddess before her. It was rare to meet someone taller than her...rarer still to feel small before someone. This woman was ridiculous...
"Cute...? Tch. I look strong. Imposing."
The Oni blushed slightly, already red cheeks darkening.
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"Hm?'
Nemesis had zoned out, mind in a million different places, so it took a second to notice the ogre. The goddess also had her muscles trained to perfection, a 348cm wall of a woman built over eons
"You look good. Cute."
Nemesis
"Watcha think?"
Satcha was extremely proud of her π―πΌπ±π, honed to π½π²πΏπ³π²π°ππΆπΌπ» after a hundred years.
