Drip!
"Ohh, O Great One! Please take pity upon this wretched being."
Ei bowed toward the outer deity, trembling with rapture.
Powerful. Stronger than any being she had ever witnessed — stronger even than the Goddess had been before creating the Seed of the World. No: so immeasurably far beyond that comparison itself was an act of insolence. A magnitude she dared not even attempt to measure.
The voice issuing from the magic circle delivered its merciless appraisal, and Ei listened in silence, head bowed.
It was sound reasoning.
The being wasn't even present in person, yet it possessed the insight to see straight through the world.
"Huh?"
Ei's composure cracked. She had no idea what this being was talking about. Darkness… created the world?
The world had been made by the Goddess herself. That act had left her infinitely weakened — but that much, at least, was truth.
And yet this being was denying it outright.
The outer deity laughed softly, clearly savoring Ei's torment. Ei wrestled with her own anguish for a moment, then set the thought aside.
"What I seek from you, O Great One, is not the restoration of Darkness."
"Please — send these children (Serena's childbirth videos) out into a wider world!"
The magic circle shuddered violently.
The outer deity had been so startled that the connection momentarily blurred.
"You know of me?"
"Pardon? What is it?"
Ei whipped her head toward the east on pure reflex. And then she felt it — demonic energy vast enough to blanket the entire continent, surging closer.
"Hiiiiiieeek!"
She knew it by instinct. If that thing touched her, it was over. She would submit, helplessly, to whoever had unleashed that miasma.
"G-Great One! Please — save me and the children!"
"If that touches me, it will absolutely affect the next child! Please take me in!"
Ei clenched both fists and begged as if in prayer — and that was enough to stir the outer deity's whim.
"Fine. Taking in just one of you won't cost me anything. Let's do that."
Creeeak. Creee-cree-creeeak.
The magic circle warped, and a colossal finger punched straight through it.
"My name is Philotes.
Goddess of friendship, socializing, and intercourse."
"Mari — how about Marianne?"
"Query. Unable to grasp context."
Ah. That one was partly my fault. So I gave Status — no, Mari — a proper explanation.
"Look, the Hero's name is Arian, right? So I figured you could take that name and go with Marianne. What do you think?"
"Query. For this System, designations carry no signifi—"
"So you're going to introduce yourself to people as Status Window or System? Come on. While we're at it, let's get your speech a little more human too."
Seriously — if she went around introducing herself like that, the first thing anyone would do is wonder what the hell kind of freak she was.
"Logical. From this point forward, this System shall—"
"Speech pattern first."
"…Understood, Miss Serena. I am Marianne. Please call me Mari."
Mari dipped her head in a neat little bow. She really was competent — system origins showing, I guess.
And just like that, our lineup was one nun and her Party Member Number One.
"The problem is that some people will recognize this face. The Hero operated primarily in the Empire, but Arian was the previous generation's Hero — there are records, and people who knew him."
Obviously. Which was exactly why we were aiming for a small village instead of a major city.
"And of course the capital sits on a dead-straight line from here, so we have to take a fucking detour…"
"It isn't as though we have no options. If we use the level reset I mentioned earlier, my DNA will draw closer to yours, Miss Serena."
"…Does that mean your appearance changes?"
"Not exactly seamless… but I would still resemble Arian, while sharing several of your features. And one more thing. Arian was originally flat-chested."
"What!?"
I was so shocked I nearly tripped over my own feet mid-step. Once I'd recovered my balance, I fixed Mari with a look that said don't you dare fuck with me.
"…It's true. The influence of Breeding Stock Status enlarged the breasts relative to height."
"Well — I don't really get it, but at ninety-one percent Breeding Womb, that tracks? Oh wait — so does the Breeding Stock progress reset too?"
"A complete reset is impossible. Thirty percent is the floor. And these breasts — removal is not possible."
Honestly, dropping to a third was still a huge reduction. And the tits were hot as hell, so keeping them was fine by me.
Grab a handful later and I'd get to see that adorable reaction all over again.
"In that case, we'd better get to our destination — the village of Corson — as fast as possible."
No matter how good the tent was, camping meant you never knew when or where something would go wrong.
"Yes. However, Serena — I have a request."
A request. I never expected Mari to use that word on me.
"What is it?"
"…Do you have no intention of wearing clothes? You have been naked continuously since yesterday."
"Do I need to?"
I genuinely hadn't felt any reason to put anything on. And technically I wasn't naked. I was wearing shoes.
"What is that expression supposed to mean — the one that says you're not naked because you're wearing shoes?"
Chills. Being a former system, she was basically using mind-reading on people.
"Clothes just get filthy with cum anyway. So outside of villages where people are walking around, not wearing any is the correct answer, right?"
"I could understand it indoors — but you're saying that just because there are no people, you walk around with your clothes off? We're outdoors. And if clothes get dirty, they get dirty — why specifically with cum?"
Former system. Office-worker type. A little slow on how the world actually worked.
"Mari. We're in the wild. Three hundred sixty-five days a year, males walking around rock-hard and fucking raring to go — and we are two bitches in heat cutting straight through the middle of Sex Village."
"…May I start objecting from the end of that first sentence?"
"And in the process! Pussies are guaranteed to get railed by dicks! Strong or weak, doesn't matter. Know why? Because the pussies are fucking in heat too! Instinctively offering themselves up! That's the foundation of this world!!!!"
"You aren't listening to a single word I'm saying."
"No, I am listening. And the real reason I'm like this is because my libido is off the goddamn charts right now."
"You're wearing a dildo!"
"There's a certain satisfaction a chunk of plastic just can't deliver. And hey — why don't you join in? You liked it last time."
"Th-that was—!!!"
Mari screeched at Serena.
This is… the hero who's supposed to save the world?
Her head was full of nothing but sex, and she was dumping it out with zero filter. Mari felt a dizzying wave of vertigo. The journey had barely started, and already her brain was fried.
Quietly, Mari traced it back — the cause of all this, or at least how the first button had been fastened wrong…
— First Experience: Goddess.
Goddammit.
Mari closed her eyes and despaired. The most powerful ally who should have been providing support had botched the single most critical first step.
Ironically, it was the demonized Lady Eileithyia who actually helped.
Even Mari herself, having absorbed some of that miasma's influence, could now think more proactively.
And for a fleeting moment, the thought crossed her mind — what if the landing had gone properly, and Serena had still been a virgin? — but Mari felt the futility of it at once.
The past was the past.
Already gone, and impossible to reverse. Sometimes the Goddess would lament, saying she wished she could become omnipotent like the transcendent beings beyond the cosmos — and only an outer deity of that caliber could make such a thing possible.
All Mari could do was sigh a little deeper.
"Miss Serena, our Goddess is sorr—"
"Halt. From here on, this is our road."
Men stepped out of the underbrush — armed with leather armor, longswords, spears, and bows. Mari cross-referenced their profiles against her database.
Road clearers, or just bandits. Former is more likely.
But for bandits, the leather armor was too well-maintained and the weapons too clean. Critically, actual bandits would have gone for an ambush and subdued them — far more efficient — so Mari leaned toward the first option.
"The fee is one silv— per pers—"
"Oh! Dick spotted!"
"…What the hell are you?! Why are you naked?!"
The road clearers flailed, covering their eyes with their hands as they pointed out Serena's total exposure. Serena, for her part, couldn't have cared less. Breasts bouncing, she charged straight at them belting out the Dick Song she'd just improvised on the spot.
And somewhere, a single silent droplet of liquid slid free.
Of course — only the person it belonged to knew exactly what it was.