Chapter 78
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 78
Chapter Title: Epilogue - Bobby (2)
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Huh?
I was a bit flustered by a single remark that differed from my imagination and turned to look that way. But I quickly regained my smile. Well, that makes sense. To gods, all us humans must look like complete idiots. And besides, this wasn't the Ennesic Goddess anyway. If she was a goddess positioned on the exact opposite side from her, it was only natural for her to show some hostility toward me.
"I know that too, Ennea."
At last, the Ennesic Goddess opened her mouth. Ennea. So that was the name of the goddess on the opposing side. Calling her "sister" meant she was the younger one. The Goddess of Life, Ennesic, and her sister, the Goddess of Death, Ennea—something like that? But those details faded away somewhere, buried beneath the ecstatic thrill of simply hearing a goddess's voice. In the meantime, the Ennea Goddess glanced my way and spoke up again.
"Up close, she looks kinda cute."
"Which part?"
"Well, that bold little mouth that dares say it'll fuck you over, sis?"
...?
What was this? Some kind of divine joke? Had I said something like that? No matter how far back I searched my memories, nothing like it came up. But the Ennesic Goddess nodded with a hardened expression.
"Cute, right? Sometimes I really wanna tear apart that worthless pig bastard when he struts around like a big shot."
"And sis is cute too, for not being able to do a damn thing about it despite hearing all that. All she does is whisper curses into some human's ear. Isn't that just precious?"
"But man, it felt so damn good back then. Seeing that bastard groveling like that cleared my head right up for once."
What the hell were they talking about? Some joke only goddesses could get? Maybe it wasn't even about me. Could be a story about some other sinner...
"Pfft... Puhahaha..."
As I mulled that over, the Ennea Goddess suddenly burst into giggles. Her shoulders shook with delight as she laughed her heart out, then shook her head once and said,
"That bastard doesn't even realize it's about him, huh, sis. What a fucking moron."
"Not surprising. It's just something that happened in a past that won't ever happen again."
"Wasn't it from the future?"
"They don't remember it, but we do—so it's the past."
"We remember, but they don't—so it's the future."
"He remembers it too, not just us—so it's the past."
"Can't argue with that."
Future. Past. Past. Future. There was no keeping up with their conversation jumping across timelines. One thing was clear, though: an ominous chill was starting to creep in. The Ennesic Goddess's tone when speaking of me was growing subtly harsher.
"That bastard might not remember, but it doesn't matter. The fact he dragged my name through the mud doesn't change. He sprayed his cum all over inside a temple bearing Ennesic's name."
"Hmm. And factoring in those innocent girls getting raped?"
"Well, yeah, that too."
"Oh, that attitude? Ahaha. Sis, you're such a fucking bitch."
"Fuck off. I don't give a shit."
BAM!
She suddenly slammed down on the chessboard and whipped around toward me. The entire table froze as if time itself had stopped—and my body went rigid right along with it. It wasn't any external force pinning me down.
I'd glimpsed raw terror in the goddess's blazing eyes locked on me.
"Ah...!"
My breath hitched, my limbs spasmed. The goddess filling my vision was no longer beautiful. Nothing had changed about her, yet just meeting her gaze revealed one sliver of the unfathomable horror slumbering within. I had no idea what it was, but my gut screamed that understanding it would drive me insane for sure.
"I don't give a shit."
"So what're you gonna do about it?"
"Make sure he keeps getting punished."
"What punishment? Oh, no way—that thing the hero did to that bastard back then?"
"Exactly."
Punishment? What punishment? What the fuck was this? I thrashed desperately, clinging to that word to snap out of the shock. Hadn't the goddess chosen me? Even amid the confusion, their conversation pressed on.
"That's a good one. That hero kid's a real genius, don't you think? He pulls off stuff we couldn't even dream of."
"That's exactly the problem."
"And it's hilarious. Who else would come up with turning that pig bastard into an exclusive whore for a gang of thugs? You gonna do that too, sis?"
"Something a little different."
The goddess shifted her gaze from Ennea back to me. My body locked up again. This time, it wasn't just my imagination.
"Sending him off as-is would be no fun."
Her eyes reflected my form. Still the fat, decrepit pig bastard. But something rippled, warping the image. I frantically opened my mouth to speak—
But gravity slammed down on me like a hammer.
"Ugh... Urk...!"
"Slammed" wasn't quite right. The force hit, and my body crumpled in an instant. Like a massive hand kneading clay, my flesh, skin, bones—even the tiniest nerves—were reshaped arbitrarily into something grotesque.
And every bit of that agony shot straight through me.
"Ubuuuk... Uuk... Aaaaagh...!!!"
"Oh. Looking good? Pussy's forming."
"Almost forgot."
"Aaaah!!!"
With those words, a hole punched open below in a flash. Not by tearing out what was there—no, just brute force crushing it inward. All I could do was scream.
"Aaaak!!! Aaaaak!!!"
"Head should be smaller. Waist thinner. Breasts small too. Big ones aren't bad, but staring at sis's massive udders every day gets old."
"Uwaaak! Uwaaaak!"
"Oh, sis. Let's stick some horns on her head. They make great handles, apparently."
"Uk...! Uuuk...!"
I figured she'd just jam in some horns. Wrong. She yanked out my skull, ground it to bits right in front of me, and molded it into horns. My eyes rolled upward on their own, my voice seizing up.
"Keurk... Urk..."
"How about three pussies? Plenty of guys there with two or three cocks."
"Jamming 'em all into one hole's gotta hurt."
"Ahaha. You really are a fucking bitch, sis."
"Not as much as this one."
Crack. Crunch.
"Aaaa... Aaaaa...!!!"
Finally, my hands and feet twisted, shrinking into an impossibly tiny form. I sensed it was over and barely forced out my voice—a final, desperate plea to the goddess, pouring every ounce of my soul into it.
Please, Goddess. Have mercy. I was wrong. Please...!!!
"Then bye-bye, Bobby."
But it was Ennea who answered. She beamed at me with an utterly sweet smile. The Ennesic Goddess didn't even glance my way. Her eyes were already back on the table. No, please. At least look at me again. Goddess! Goddess!!!
"Bye."
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!!!"
Her final word rang out as the floor dropped away beneath me, and I plummeted.
"Uwaaak!!! Aaaaak!!!"
It felt like thousands of hands yanking at my body. Toes. Legs. Thighs. Tits. Huge ones, tiny ones, broad ones, slender ones—all grabbing random parts and dragging me down. I finally looked below. Thousands, tens of thousands of things roaring up at me.
"Uuuu!!!"
"Euuueeeek!!!"
"Ah... Aaa..."
The future came into view. The future the goddesses had sentenced me to. I flailed with all my might, screaming into it.
But no scream escaped my lips.
It was the frail voice of a young girl.
"Kyaaaaaaa... Ah... Ah...?"
The realization hit just as I landed softly on the ground.
"Ah... Ah...?"
I stared down at my body. The grotesque, hulking mass was gone, replaced by a girl's slender frame. As it sank in, I lifted my head.
And faced the tens of thousands of monstrous forms closing in.
Along with their hundreds of thousands of fully erect cocks.
"Ah... Aaaa..."
Their hideous maws split open—probably grins. The massive cocks jutting below twitched, as if waving hello.
"Aa... Ah..."
The first one seized my shoulder and slammed me to the ground roughly. It pressed its thing against me below. What came next was painfully obvious.
"Ah...!"
I let out a thin whimper as the foreign invader burrowed in. But it quickly twisted into a tearing shriek—one that would drag on for as many surrounded me.
"...So?"
Ennea spoke up again.
"So you gave up?"
"On what."
"The prophecy."
"What prophecy."
"You know."
That bitch always had a knack for prodding the sore spots.
"Honestly, it bruised your ego a bit, didn't it? After meddling that hard. How's it feel getting played by the holy relic you handed down?"
"The hero just got lucky."
"Luck. That's your excuse? Jerking off to some vague bullshit like that? Admit it already, sis—that you fucked up."
"Fine, then you admit it. The Demon King lost. End of the day, the hero won. Demon King didn't conquer the world or kill the hero."
"Doesn't matter to me. Long as the Demon King stays alive, I'm good."
And Ennea laughed. Unlike me, that bitch always grinned through anything. Even when my hero party reached the Demon King's castle—turns out it was a decoy, with a real shot at the true king set up separately. She just watched me with that smug leisure the whole time.
"What dirty trick did you pull?"
"What're you talking about?"
"How'd you fuck up my plan."
"Me?"
Ennea gave me a blank look. Then smirked.
"Did jack shit."
"What?"
"Did jack shit."
She crossed her legs with haughty flair. Her face brimmed with smug leisure now.
"Sis rushed around setting traps and twisting fate for nothing—death never needs to hurry. So I waited. For Luca and Eli to sort it out themselves."
"Bullshit."
"Don't buy it? Whatever. It's the truth."
Fuck.
"Those kids were always headed that way. Oh, and not like that fake-ass, sloppy fate you rigged. They got there on their own—unlike retard sis here, they're smart."
"..."
"Demon King too. My darling Rachel's the smartest, sweetest one I've ever seen. She was fated for it."
"No..."
"Sis always assumes I'm scheming some weird crap. That's why you lose every time. So you cooked up another overcomplicated mess this round."
I clamped my mouth shut. Ennea arched a brow.
"So this Demon King? She'll live a full life and come quietly to me. No drama, just peaceful."
"We'll see."
I flashed a triumphant smile and spoke. For the first time, Ennea's grin faltered slightly.
"What do you mean?"
"Demon King's head rolls courtesy of the hero. I set it up that way."
"...No way."
Ennea paused. She eyed the chessboard, then let out a dry chuckle.
"You gave her memories back?"
"Gave her guilt back."
"You went that far?"
"Obviously. She deserves punishment too."
"Sis...!"
At last, Ennea spat my name in a panic. That infuriating face finally showed some real urgency. Watching her—so much like me—grimace and pant was pure bliss.
But soon enough, the smile crept back onto her face.
"...So that's why you got demoted?"
"..."
...
Fucking bitch.
"Pfft... Wow, seriously. No wonder you were cursing up a storm but couldn't clap back once. Wasn't you going soft—it was me ranking higher now?"
"..."
"Holy shit, wild. Demotions even for us? Thought that was just for low-tier gods. How far down did they stick you, retard? Still technically my sis?"
"Just dropped to the next rank below. A temporary one at that. Back up soon."
"But not right now."
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Ahaha, this is gold. What now? How bad did you wanna win, sis? Couldn't swallow the L even after all that?"
"Laugh it up. Demon King dies anyway."
"Eh, I don't think so?"
Her shitty face lit up with a shit-eating grin. I'd gladly whore myself out to that pig bastard earlier just to smash it.
But nothing happened. Ennea stared at me, her expression twisting into something scheming. Then she shoved her chair back and spoke.
"Oh yeah, we haven't even greeted each other yet. Right?"
"What greeting between sisters..."
"We should. Junior meeting a senior and all."
"..."
She slipped off her shoe and lifted her foot just a bit. I hesitated, then approached.
"Kneel if standing's awkward."
"..."
I knelt. No point delaying—just prolonged the humiliation.
"Good."
"..."
I leaned in to kiss her foot. But Ennea tapped my forehead with it.
"Ah, hold up. Gotta give a blessing as the senior here."
Fucking bitch...
"Fine. Then hurry..."
"No rush. Let's take it slow."
Ennea smiled as her foot stroked my head. Sweat-slick toes snagged my hair now and then, yanking strands free. It was nothing major, but after so long without, I gritted my teeth.
"Cute."
"..."
The word dropped atop my head. She petted for ages, then slid down to caress my cheek.
Her foot roamed my body everywhere. Cheeks, lips, underside of my tongue. Even my armpit. The sole slapped my cheek, toes raked down my body, paused at my chest, and pinched my nipple viciously. I stayed silent. All I could do was endure until she deigned to let me kiss her foot.
But that wait dragged on forever. Her younger sister foot just kept smiling. Savoring this moment—one that might never return.
Or might never end.