The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 772

Chapter 772: Chapter 772 What Happened Between Athena And Zen
At that, Hera’s jaw nearly dropped. The mental image was enough to make her shiver. Athena’s correction, however, only made Hera admire her more—riding him all night was no easy feat! It was no wonder Athena had always been her love guru. Athena wasn’t just experienced—she was on a whole other level.

Hera was left speechless as Athena began recounting the events, but as they talked, they slowly backed up toward the wall, ensuring that no one could overhear their conversation. It was then that Hera learned the full story of what Athena could remember after piecing together her fragmented memory.

According to Athena, as soon as Zen had brought her into the presidential suite and made her drink the anaphrodisiac, then laid her down on the bed, things quickly escalated. Athena had grabbed Zen’s necktie, yanking him closer, leaving him no way to escape.

Forced to pry her fingers off his tie, Zen had tried to coax her into sleep. But instead of letting go, Athena had pushed him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

Athena still remembered how Zen’s eyes had widened in shock as he tried to push himself up, only to be shoved back down by her. He struggled to rise, but Athena wouldn’t let him.

It wasn’t that Zen didn’t want to stop her—it was more that he didn’t want to hurt her in the process. He was trapped, caught in a situation where force was out of the question, and all he could do was let her have her way.

Athena seized the opportunity presented by Zen’s hesitation, her fingers tracing over his abdominal muscles through his shirt. Zen’s breath quickened at the touch, but he wasn’t about to let her continue without resistance.

Grabbing her wrist, he tried to stop her, but Athena was quick to act. Her other hand slipped through the gap in his shirt, teasingly brushing over his nipple. Zen couldn’t suppress a low grunt, his body reacting involuntarily, though his face flushed with embarrassment.

He immediately grabbed hold of her other hand, but Athena, persistent as ever, didn’t give up. Instead, she straddled him with her legs, leaning forward to kiss him, her movements unyielding and determined.

As Athena kissed him, her movements began to press against him in a way that made Zen tense, his body betraying him despite his best efforts. He groaned in frustration, trying to gently push her away, but her persistence made it harder to break free.

When Athena finally pulled back, Zen was breathing heavily, his eyes bloodshot, veins straining at his forehead, and his jaw clenched in restraint. It was clear that he was barely holding himself together, desperately trying not to let his impulses take over.

He knew Athena was under the influence of an aphrodisiac, and despite the overwhelming desire, he was determined not to take advantage of her. He didn’t want to hurt her, nor did he want to be the cause of any trouble with Hera, whom he respected and treated as a little sister. His internal struggle left him feeling like the prey in a situation he never wanted to be a part of.

As Athena took control of the situation, Zen was caught in a whirlwind of emotions and physical reactions he couldn’t control. Throughout the night, despite his exhaustion, Athena kept him on edge, urging him into one round after another. The night stretched on as she relentlessly pushed Zen to his limits.

Zen felt like a mere instrument of her desire, his body betraying him even as his mind screamed for him to stop. He tried his best to maintain his composure, but it became increasingly difficult as Athena showed no signs of slowing down.

The whole experience left him feeling drained and defeated, like a puppet caught in a game he never wanted to play.

The night blurred as Athena’s insistent actions wore him down until, finally, both of them succumbed to exhaustion. When he awoke, disheveled and embarrassed, his clothes wrinkled and his mind still reeling from the events of the night, he hurriedly left the room.

Unfortunately for him, he crossed paths with Zhane, Rafael, and Dave, who couldn’t help but notice his disheveled state. They exchanged glances, their expressions betraying their amusement, but Zen could only feel the weight of his night’s experiences bearing down on him.

Zen couldn’t shake the feeling that he looked like someone who had been through a battle, a servant to a tyrant who worked him like a donkey last night.

What truly troubled Zen wasn’t just the events of the night, but the fear that Hera would think he had taken advantage of Athena while she was drugged, that he had indulged in her without consideration. The thought made him uneasy, and as soon as he woke up, he fled.

He was afraid that if Athena saw him, she might become emotional and cry, and he wouldn’t know how to handle it. He couldn’t help but feel guilt gnawing at him, despite knowing that Athena had led the way that night. It was his first time in a situation like this, and he was still reeling from the overwhelming mix of confusion, desire, and responsibility.

Zen’s body, of course, had reacted naturally to the circumstances, but it had left him feeling humiliated. Athena, despite her small stature, had proven to be more than capable of taking control, something Zen hadn’t expected and hadn’t been prepared for.

The power dynamics had been flipped in a way that left him vulnerable, and now, both he and Athena were dealing with the aftermath of that night. Zen felt embarrassed over letting himself be led by a woman, while Athena, who was mentally older and more experienced, found herself reflecting on how she had taken advantage of a man, something that left her feeling conflicted as well.

Both were now trying to navigate the emotional mess they had created, caught between their actions and the fear of what it meant for their relationships moving forward.

Hera couldn’t help but chuckle as she listened to Athena recounting the events, her flustered expression and the worry in her eyes making it even harder to hold back her laughter.

It was hard to reconcile this version of Athena with the one Hera knew—Athena, who was always so confident in her sex experiences, someone who was never shy about love or men.

To hear her now, so concerned and almost anxious about how to face Zen, was both surprising and endearing. Athena, of all people, was fretting over a one-night stand?

But beyond that, Hera could see what was really bothering her friend. Athena, despite her confidence, must be feeling conflicted. She had always expressed a preference for older, more mature men, and Zen, with his youthful energy, was nothing like her usual type.

Hera couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Zen being described as a “pitiful puppy” being bullied; he looked like he wanted to do something but couldn’t do it—the image of him looking so vulnerable, caught in the moment, stirred something in Athena.

Hera could tell that Athena, despite her initial hesitation, had been drawn into the situation in a way she hadn’t expected.

It was clear Athena had taken control that night, but hearing her now, worrying over every little detail, made Hera realize that, deep down, Athena was just as human as the rest of them—her experiences didn’t make her immune to feeling conflicted or uncertain.