Pledging with God [Norse Mythology]

"We are all but one piece of man, like a flounder cut in two. So each is always looking for another piece of himself. Some are looking for a woman on the other side, and some are looking for the other half. It is a man.

These people, when they were boys, they were close to men, they liked to sleep with men, and they mingled together.Among boys and lads, such men are usually the best, because they are naturally the most masculine.Some people say that these boys are shameless, but they are wrong.

Because, their actions are not out of shame, but out of bravery, masculinity, masculinity, and they are attracted to people who have the same voice.The best proof is that only this kind of boy will become a good player in politics after he grows up.

Once they reach the prime of life, they become leaders in turn, because they are not interested in marrying a wife and having children by nature. If they are not forced by the law, they would rather not marry and stay with men of their own kind.So, before being cut in two, we were whole.Desiring and pursuing that wholeness is what is called love/lust. "

"Well said! Aristophanes!" After a sentence, there were excited roars and warm applause immediately below.

Hainier was still suffering from dizziness after being carried around tens of thousands of meters in a net bag, and he heard a long speech with great passion (basic love).

Hainier looked up, why is the world black and red?When I touched it behind me, I saw a few cold iron railings.He seemed to be locked in a cage, and it looked like a vaulted birdcage.It's still covered with a red cloth?What's happening here?

"Stop bragging, Aristophanes! No matter how fancy you say, it's been a long time since you've had any beauties in your place! If you can't bring them out today, you've lost your bet! Pass it to me, Atit." A loud, rough and very dissatisfied voice said again, which aroused the echo of everyone.

"Everyone please listen to me."

Aristophanes wiped the sweat from his forehead, stretched out his hands and pressed down, calming down the clamor of the crowd.Elder Master Atit saw that his business here was deserted, so he deliberately asked him to find the most beautiful man recognized by everyone as the oiran in the name of betting, otherwise he would take the place passed down by his ancestors and transform it into More lucrative public baths.

He found a few, but they couldn't satisfy everyone.This incident has already caused a lot of noise, and everyone in the city knows about it.Today is the last chance, so almost all the men in the city came to watch.

"A few days ago, after I made a bet with Atit, I went to the temple of the most fascinating goddess of beauty, Freya, to pray, and she really gave me the most beautiful man in the world!"

While talking excitedly, Aristophanes pointed to a huge monster covered with a red cloth.

He originally went to the temple of Freya, the goddess of beauty, to pray without hope.Unexpectedly, the God of Beauty really heard his prayer.Aristophanes bet that this time the man would please everyone.

bet?Roman whorehouse?The most beautiful man?Oiran?Freya?After Hainier, who was in the birdcage, connected these words together, he instantly thought of a possibility of horror.

"Bragging again! Hurry up and uncover the red cloth!" The people below couldn't wait any longer, and they all urged the mysterious Aristophanes who deliberately made this last time.

"Okay!" Aristophanes smiled triumphantly, and then gently tore off the red cloth that concealed the magic with one hand, "Everyone, please look!"

On the soft cushion inside the golden half-person high birdcage, a beautiful young man with only a piece of red cloth around his waist was sitting in it. He had long curly black hair and eyes that were more crystal clear than obsidian. Where is the trace of panic, the skin is whiter and smoother than ivory, and the slender waist is definitely softer than wicker.

"Wow... so beautiful..."

The men immediately gathered around and exclaimed, this boy is simply dazzlingly beautiful, if he had blond hair, he would be as good as the most beautiful male god Balder in the legend.

The Goddess of Beauty can be seen several times in the world, and a man has already stretched his hand in through the gap in the birdcage, wanting to touch Heinier's gorgeous silk-like skin.

"Don't come over here!" Heinir yelled in shock and hid back.

Surrounding the cage were all strange, strong and rough men, looking at him with salivating expressions like jackals seeing fat.

It's a pity that the space in the cage is too small, and his back is attached to the railing, so that those behind can touch his naked back and round buttocks without even reaching out.

"Ah!...Don't touch me!" Heinier hurriedly avoided like a startled bird, hugging his body and shrinking in the middle of the cage.

"Go away. Go away, you're scaring him."

A thin, middle-aged man with beards came forward and knocked down the men who only had desire/desire in their eyes. This man was Aristophanes, the owner of a Roman brothel.

After calming down the scene, Aristophanes complacently asked the following, "This time, who else doubts that this young man is the most beautiful man in the world?"