Riiip

The combat suit tore with a sharp riiiip. The hand that had seized it to halt my movements yanked with such brutal force that the fabric simply gave way. As the upper half shredded open, I ended up looking much like him—already half-naked from our earlier clash. Droplets of blue liquid beaded and trickled across my exposed skin.

What is that blue stuff?

It is an improved cooling system that uses a special coolant instead of the conventional water-based method. The solution absorbs far more heat than water and is expelled through the skin, effectively dissipating the thermal load from the artificial muscles.

Wait—if this is the improved version, does that mean God cools himself with plain water?

Correct. The steam we saw earlier during his high-output phase was water evaporating.

While our conversation continued, the high-speed exchange of blows—too fast for anything but split-second timing—accelerated the coolant’s discharge. God, who had been venting steam just like my own blue “sweat,” suddenly broke off his attack. He drew a heavy breath.

“Hoo… So that blue solution is the newly developed coolant for artificial muscles. It must incorporate the latest prosthesis technology, given how recently it was manufactured.”

“Judging by the volume of steam pouring from your body, it looks like you’re pushing yourself quite hard.”

“Ah, it has been a long time since I’ve had a fight that truly tested my limits. I couldn’t hold back any longer and simply let loose.”

“Let loose…?”

He began stripping away what remained of the combat suit, which had been hanging in tatters around his lower body. When he flipped the discarded garment, the lining was soaked with a thick white fluid of a different shade from the fabric itself.

He literally came. He really came.

Judging by the quantity, he released quite thoroughly.

“Ugh, that’s disgusting. Still… if he came because of me, maybe it’s a little flattering.”

Did I accidentally make him self-aware? He seems even more unhinged now.

At least he is honest about finding it dirty. The old him would not have voiced such an opinion at all.

Now completely naked, his still-rigid cock swinging freely, he asked, “Aren’t you taking yours off?”

“Why should I have to?”

“All that dripping must have soaked everything. Isn’t it uncomfortable?”

Yeah, just take it off already. My crotch has been sticky for a while.

“What is?”

“The coolant, obviously.”

Oh. Right. The coolant.

How crude.

What?!

The interior of the waterproof combat suit had indeed become a slick mess of accumulated coolant. Since the top was already torn, I peeled the rest away; the moment my skin was fully exposed, cooling efficiency rose noticeably.

“The combat suit’s waterproofing is excellent, but the complete lack of ventilation is a flaw. Raphael has been trying to improve it, yet development of new materials remains sluggish.”

“That is because the budget is disproportionately allocated to full-body prosthesis research labs.”

“Even now, developing full-body prostheses alone strains the budget, doesn’t it, Uriel?”

“At Eden’s current technological level, further investment in that field is essentially throwing money into the ground. Would it not be wiser to divert funds to other areas?”

Once the topic turned to Eden’s technology, Uriel naturally joined the conversation. She used to speak only after fully emerging; now she simply took control of the body whenever she wished.

Uriel has grown quite accustomed to using my body.

You look happier than before. Also, didn’t I tell you not to act while we’re inside?

It’s annoying to stay conscious of it every single time. Can’t I just keep acting? It feels natural to me.

Quiet. You’ll get used to this too, in time.

Ehh~

Their discussion stretched longer than expected. Since I understood almost nothing about Eden’s political situation or administration, I simply stared blankly at Kyubey pleasuring herself. She had manifested three strapping Blackmen and was thoroughly enjoying them when she glanced my way.

“Can I go wait in your room? That doll keeps watching me and it’s giving me the creeps.”

“Then lift the acting restriction.”

“Nice try. How can you have a flush on your cheeks yet zero expression?”

“Physical changes caused by arousal are a natural reaction.”

“Then that natural reaction should also include—”

Suddenly Kyubey vanished from view, replaced by God standing naked before me. Huh? While I was still dazed by the abrupt shift, he waved a hand in front of my face.

“You’ve turned into a doll again. Get a hold of yourself.”

“Ah… when did we switch?”

Just now.

“Then since we’ve rested enough, shall we begin again? This time, let’s take it all the way.”

“All the way to where?”

“Until one of us is rendered combat-incapable!”

Bang!

Perhaps the brief pause had helped him recover from the strain of fighting a monster; his speed had increased. My perception kept up, but my reaction time lagged slightly, creating a jarring mismatch. That tiny delay let more of his attacks land, and the accumulated impact was rapidly wearing my body down.

I barely dodged a leg whipping toward my head and gasped, “Ugh! At this rate I’m going to lose!”

Isn’t there any way to fix this?

Hmm. There may be a method by which we can assist.

What is it?

“Whatever it is, hurry!”

Despite the exchange of blows, my movements were growing sluggish from accumulated shock, while God’s remained unchanged. His prosthesis looked far thicker than mine at a glance; its durability was clearly superior. On top of that, the endless pleasure kept triggering successive orgasms, scattering my focus.

Wham!

“Hngh!”

“Hm. No matter how well-trained the base body was, a female prosthesis is simply ill-suited for combat.”

“That’s what happens when you add functions like these!”

“Even without those functions, a slender, fragile frame imposes limits no matter how advanced the prosthesis. The gap in raw physical volume creates an insurmountable difference in output and durability.”

He too was venting steam from his entire body and ejaculating nonstop, yet he simply enjoyed it; the pleasure did not hinder his fighting at all. Is it because men get a clear mind after they cum? That feels unfair somehow.

Ready. From now on I will act as relay and assist using the combat program.

“The implant’s combat assist program? The calculation speed will never keep up.”

I will perform the calculations directly. I installed the necessary hardware for exactly this.

“Hup! What are you talking about?”

No time for details—it’s complicated. I have connected a tail to the port on Uriel’s nape and am using her as a biocomputer. We will run the program with the combined processing power of myself and Uriel.

“Ugh… so that function worked inside the mental space too.”

Beginning.

The world visibly slowed. An AR overlay activated, feeding me real-time data on ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠God’s movements—direction, force vectors, predicted ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠trajectories. The accelerated thinking made the information appear almost instantly. It wasn’t only the assist program; my perception itself had sped up, slowing the world even further. God’s motions became leisurely in my eyes, granting me breathing room. The program’s recommended attacks and timings guided me into far more effective combat than before.

My head throbbed and bodily sensation faded—exactly like the time Isabel had used me as a computer—yet the crucial difference was that I could still move according to my own will. The loss of physical feeling also meant the constant pleasure no longer interfered. Attacks that I could previously only endure or barely dodge were now deflected with precise timing; I simply redirected their force, creating openings.

I twisted the incoming power off its straight path, stepped on his foot while he was off-balance, and swung myself onto his back.

“What—!”

His voice sounded drawn-out because of the accelerated thought. Using the force of his upper body as it tried to shake me off, I seized his left wrist, targeted the elbow, and slammed my foot into it with enough power to make his entire frame creak. Something snapped in the hyperextended joint; the formidable strength in his left arm vanished instantly. I released his wrist and leaped backward. His right forearm whistled through the space I had just occupied.

Every motion followed the program’s guidance so perfectly it felt like I was seeing the future. The moment I created distance, a “stabilizing” indicator appeared. The acceleration disengaged and searing pain flooded every nerve.

The brief overload had clearly taxed my brain; my vision blurred. Artificial muscles had released their limiters, venting blue coolant that rose as steam from my entire body. God examined his left arm, which now moved at an unnatural angle, and let out a dry laugh.

“Ha… You suddenly turned into a doll and became insanely fast. Some kind of combat mode?”

“Probably something only I can do.”

Three divided egos mobilizing both Abaddon and human brains in full overclock was not something a normal brain like his could replicate. And judging by how doll-like I must have appeared, most processing resources had been consumed by calculation; there had been none left for maintaining any act.

“That technique is tempting. Show me more.”

“Hoo…”

He charged with his left arm extended. Thought acceleration engaged again. The program flagged the left arm as a feint; the real attack was his right hand grabbing my arm followed by a knee strike. Exactly as predicted, the moment I evaded the left, his right hand closed in on my left arm. I ducked low, planted my feet hard, seized his right wrist in a reverse grip, and pulled along the force’s own vector instead of fighting it.

In the greatly accelerated perception, the gap closed with dreamlike slowness. I leaped, driving my foot into the knee of his grounded right leg.

Crunch!

Artificial muscle output beyond safe limits punched straight through the prosthesis’s durability and shattered the joint. The leg bent sideways at an impossible angle. He lost balance and toppled. I landed cleanly.

The lightning exchange within slowed time ended the instant he hit the ground completely.

“Urgh!”

The moment I landed, acceleration cut out. Dizziness and excruciating pain swallowed me whole. Enveloped in thick blue steam rising from every pore, I dropped to one knee, clenched my teeth, and fought back the groans. In my flickering vision, danger warnings flashed alongside the forced-shutdown indicator.

This technique was powerful enough to reverse our positions in a single burst, but the recoil was clearly too severe. While I struggled with the aftereffects of overclock, God—his left arm and right leg now combat-incapable—sat on the ground with a serious expression, analyzing my ability.

“Simply releasing the limits of a full-body prosthesis allows attacks like that? No, merely removing the output limiter cannot explain that reaction speed. It was as if the system knew exactly how I would move. Then… a combat assist program using the implant? But calculation speed should never be able to keep up with accelerated thought. Hmm…”

While he kept shaking his head in contemplation, my body gradually stabilized. By the time the blue steam stopped venting, my vision had cleared and the headache had receded.

“Huu… Is it finally over?”

“To feel pain of that magnitude with a prosthesis that automatically regulates nociception, the activation values of the nervous system and brain would have to…”

“Haa, enough analysis. Let’s clean up first.”

I stood and approached him. The analysis program immediately scanned his condition and overlaid the data across my vision. Both left arm and right leg were completely destroyed, severely limiting mobility. Wait—more importantly, how did I turn this thing off? It still seemed to be calculating.

I helped him up, propped him against me, and walked toward the travel bag that had been thrown into the distance. Supported by me, he finally seemed to process the outcome and spoke in a stunned tone.

“Ha… Did I really lose to a fledgling angel? I can scarcely believe it.”

“It is the undeniable reality.”

“To think that I, a god, lost to a mere doll…”

With the right arm draped over my shoulder, he reached down and fondled my breast. The full-body prosthesis’s breasts—installed purely for sex, excessively large and completely unsuited for combat—were kneaded roughly by his huge hand, sending waves of sexual pleasure through me. Even in this state, a man’s instinct to grope a woman’s chest remained unshakable.

When I leaned him against a tree near the travel bag, the AR overlay vanished and Kyubey’s voice reached me.

Ugh… The pleasure I felt was nice, but I never want to do that again.

The sensation of my existence being reduced to a mere computer was truly skin-crawling.

Still, thanks to that we won. Look at the state of that once-confident man.

Aah… God’s body in such a condition…

The instant Uriel saw God’s state she seized control of the body and began inspecting him. Mentally exhausted, I left everything to her and retreated into the mental space. There, Kyubey lay sprawled across the bed.

“Haa~ Good work, Elisha.”

“You worked hard too, sister. We barely managed to win thanks to you.”

“We only helped run the program calculations. Eww, remembering it gives me chills all over again.”

“Was it that strange?”

“You’ve experienced it yourself, so you know. The feeling of your very existence being reduced to a simple biocomputer. And not even a person—an actual combat assist program using me. It was horrifying.”

As she said, imagining a mere program—not even an AI—using me felt unpleasant.

“Ugh… Being used by a person is fine, but being used by a mere program that isn’t even an AI feels wrong.”

“You mustn’t offer your nape to just anyone. You understand how dangerous that is, yes?”

“Come on, even I wouldn’t hand it over to random people.”

Answering Kyubey’s worried scolding, I climbed onto the bed and lay down beside her. Fighting continuously from the dimensional gate all the way to God had left me mentally drained.

“After using overclock on top of everything, I’m so tired I could die.”

“Overclock? You mean what you did earlier?”

“Yes. It’s the term for artificially boosting a computer’s central processing performance. Similar, isn’t it?”

“I understand the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠concept, but being treated like an AI feels a bit off.”

“After modification, my body is a full-body prosthesis and my brain is a biocomputer. In that sense, I don’t think there’s much difference from an AI implanted in an android.”

I pulled her always-slightly-warm, pleasantly heated light-purple body into my arms. Kyubey’s body was soft, plush, and warm; hugging it while falling asleep brought an incredibly comfortable drowsiness.

“Why wouldn’t there be a difference? You are a living being. An android is a non-living machine.”

“What is the standard for a living being?”

“I consider it an existence composed of biochemical molecules that possesses reproductive functions capable of passing on DNA.”

“Reproductive functions that pass on DNA… I can definitely feel the gap there.”

Sister Liana, an android constructed entirely from machinery, possessed an AI built from the original’s memories, making her similar to a real human—yet she had neither DNA nor reproductive capability. That was why she especially cherished sister Kate, who could bear children, since she herself could never leave behind the beloved Master’s descendants.

“When you think about it, not being able to leave behind the child of the person you love is sad. But isn’t that the same for succubi? Your reproduction method is unique.”

“Which is why your body is so precious. You possess both succubus aptitude and the ability to reproduce. If you undergo Faust-nim’s experiments, a succubus capable of true reproduction may yet be born.”

“You still follow Faust-nim, sister.”

“He is the benefactor who kept Mother and me from extinction.”

More likely the effect of brainwashing. Since her personality had been created after receiving conditioning from both QA and Faust-nim, she naturally followed him.

By then I had buried my face in Kyubey’s warm, pillowy breasts. Sleep came rushing in. As my eyelids grew heavy and my breathing turned languid, I felt a gentle hand stroking my hair.

“Our youngest, sleepy? Leave the rest to us and sleep deeply.”

“Yes…”

I drifted off ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pleasantly in an embrace that somehow carried a comforting, sweet scent.