Implant's Guidance
Using the implant's functions, I made my way to the meeting place. I really couldn't give up the navigation feature alone. For someone like me who had a bit of a poor sense of direction, the augmented reality path guidance displayed in my field of view was incredibly convenient.
The morning commute train was packed with people, their bodies pressed against one another. With all of Eden setting the same start time for work, this was an unavoidable phenomenon. I should have avoided this time slot. There really were so many people. The constant touches on my hips and the suffocating tightness of the space made it hard to breathe. My already large breasts were being compressed uncomfortably between the crowd, and to make matters worse, the man standing directly in front of me was facing my way, creating an awkward situation.
The man in front pretended otherwise, but he couldn't hide his pleasure at having my breasts pressed against his face. At 190cm in heels, I was tall even among the men, so the shorter man standing before me had his face nestled right between my breasts. He looked embarrassed yet kept subtly shifting to enjoy the sensation. Well, a normal woman would have been disgusted, but... perhaps because my fundamental nature was that of an Angel? Come to think of it, I could hardly remember ever getting angry in any situation. Whether being treated as an experimental subject after becoming a Succubus, being handled as a breeding mare after becoming a Mare, or being treated as a slave after becoming Master's slave—I had accepted it all without issue. Since it didn't particularly anger me or cause any revulsion, I decided to just think of it as fine.
“Ugh.” At that moment, the hand that had been lightly touching my hips began to grope and knead in earnest. The formal skirt was long enough to cover my knees, so it couldn't slip inside, but the fingers tracing the cleft of my buttocks grew bolder. Should I clearly express my refusal here? While I was hesitating, the man who had been burying his face in my breasts seemed to gain confidence after seeing my reaction and raised his hands to start touching as well.
Suddenly finding myself unable to move while being groped by unknown men, I felt mentally aroused, but without the veil, Master's pheromones were absent, so my body didn't respond with excitement, and the mood quickly deflated. This really showed how effective pheromones were as a method of restraint. Addicting someone to pleasure and allowing physical ecstasy only from the pheromone's owner—how could they ever escape, no matter how harshly they were treated as slaves?
Since I offered no resistance, they freely molested me until the man touching my hips got off at the previous station, followed by the man touching my breasts at the next. Before the latter disembarked, he left a “thank you,” which oddly lifted my mood a little.
After one more stop, I got off at the station in front of the Central Street Temple and headed to the most famous café in the meeting square. It was renowned for using Eden's specialty milk in its desserts and coffee, making them delicious. The thought that Master's breast milk might be used here strangely excited me.
The entire three-story building was a café, originally famous for a renowned barista personally handling every step of the process using the highest-grade beans from the western continent. It had gained popularity among tourists after also offering milk from the Dairy Cows. I reserved the top-floor room, ordered a sweet coffee, and waited while browsing the internet.
After a long time, I logged into the Angel community and checked the posts. The main topic was that the number of foreign tourists had surged, worsening the shortage of Angels. As expected, there weren't enough Angels to meet the demand for courtesans. Since being a courtesan wasn't an assigned occupation and ordinary women tended to avoid it, the overall number was inevitably insufficient. Many comments suggested increasing Angel production to boost the number of courtesans, just like me. There were also opinions, like Master's, about making ordinary women work as courtesans, but plenty opposed it on grounds of professionalism. Blackmen were already reluctant to use Angels and seemed to treat women solely as outlets for sexual desire, so using ordinary women as courtesans wouldn't matter to them, but when it came to satisfying Eden's other guests, the lack of expertise was apparent.
The android approached with smooth movements, set down the coffee, and disappeared. It must have been using quite high-performance AI, behaving remarkably naturally like a human. High-end cafés used androids instead of people as staff, so the café attendant was an android as well.
While sipping my coffee, I accessed a popular international portal site. This site, flooded with all kinds of videos and posts, also attracted personal broadcasters and boasted the largest scale. Among the popular videos that scrolled by, some required adult verification to view. Using my clear identity as an Angel, I completed the verification and saw why they had been hidden. There were videos explaining how to kill and dismantle monsters, bizarre fetish videos of people having sex with various monsters, and masturbation and sex videos from ordinary people, all boasting high view counts. People from the eastern continent were usually conservative about sex, so I never imagined such things existed. Since there were no officially distributed adult videos, it seemed everyone was sharing what they filmed themselves.
I skipped the fetish sex videos and played the top-ranked video among those between humans. A small screen appeared before my eyes and the video began playing. It started with a masked woman sitting on the bed, looking shy and shrinking back as she sucked a man's penis. From the overhead angle, all that was visible of the man was his black lower body and penis. Wasn't this a Blackman? Then the masked woman must be his slave, yet she was uploading the video—how unusual. Well, everyone had different tastes, so there were bound to be people like this. The sex video ended with him taking her from behind, ejaculating inside, and semen dripping from her vagina. It was neatly edited into a suitable 15-minute length without being too long in the middle.
The man's overwhelming presence and the Queen's pleasure, felt even through the video, were reflected in the many comments. Amid the chaos of women saying they wanted to be fucked and men saying they wanted to fuck, mixed with posts looking for sex partners, it was pure disorder. Because the internet gathered people from all over the world, it was easy to encounter those overflowing with desire. I had thought Eden was the pinnacle of unusual fetishes and sex fantasies, but the world was vast.
While I was passing time on the internet, I received a message from Theo. In fact, Theo, who was visiting Eden for the first time, had already been here for a while with his adjutant. The only problem was that the adjutant was a woman and kept glaring at me.
“Welcome to Eden.”
“Good to see you. Have you been well?”
“Yes, I'm glad you arrived safely, Theo.”
In reality, Theo looked a bit older and more seasoned than his in-game self—a middle-aged man. He had mentioned creating his avatar a long time ago, and the difference was quite noticeable. Still, he cut a dashing figure in his military uniform.
“You were an Angel?”
“Ah, yes. You're Theo's adjutant, right? Your name is...”
“Hmph, you don't need to know my name.”
The still-prickly adjutant kept grumbling irritably. From the way she kept glancing at Theo, the cause seemed to be him.
“Adjutant, I'll be spending time with her, so go do as you please.”
“Understood.”
Even as she answered Theo, she glared at me before leaving the café and heading somewhere.
“Was she the partner you used to relieve your sexual urges on the front lines?”
“Mm, that's right.”
“She seems to like you too, Theo.”
“If you spend a long time stuck together on the harsh front lines, that can happen.”
Watching him leisurely drink his coffee, I pondered how to explain the separation between Master and me. What Theo wanted was the bloodline of the Drivuk family. The one who would officially become part of the Drivuk family later was Master. In the end, it meant I had to have a child with Master... While having a simple conversation with him, I came up with a simple solution. Master needed a strong male's child, and Theo needed Master's bloodline, so wouldn't it be solved if the two of them made a child? The situation of my beloved man having sex with Master and bearing a child was filled with a sense of immorality that excited me.
“By the way, can I speak with the one you call your Master?”
“Actually...”
I explained to him what had happened between Master and me. When I told him that we had separated and each gained our own bodies, and that the member of the Drivuk family had become Maria, a perplexed expression appeared on his face. Arms crossed, head tilted, he studied my face and said,
“It's surprising that such a thing is possible.”
“Eden's technological prowess is truly immense, far beyond what's known.”
“Then is your current body only yours?”
“Yes, it's my body now. How is it?”
I stood up from the chair and slowly turned once so the curves of my body would be clearly visible. There were subtle but definite differences from my in-game body. The most notable feature was the Angel's eyes, and my breasts had become a little smaller. My physique was more toned, making me overall more agile. He observed my body carefully, then tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.
“I don't really know what you mean by 'how is it.'”
“Come on, there are so many differences here and there. Here, feel it.”
I took his hand and placed it on my breast. He naturally began to knead it, then widened his eyes slightly and said,
“Your breasts have gotten smaller. I can tell by touching them.”
“Do you know about Eden's specialty product, the milk?”
“Mm, is that the one my adjutant said she absolutely wanted to try?”
“Hehe, that milk is actually breast milk produced by women.”
“Breast milk?”
I told him about the Dairy Cows. He was greatly surprised to learn that it was milk produced by women with the Dairy Cow occupation who artificially produced breast milk at all times through special procedures.
“Master was also working as a Dairy Cow. That's why her breasts were so large.”
“So she's not anymore.”
“Yes, I don't work as a Dairy Cow.”
We drank the additional coffee we ordered and chatted about trivial things. I guided him around various places since it was his first time in Eden, went sightseeing, had meals at famous restaurants, and after spending time like that, we returned to the lodging and washed up briefly. Then, in a natural sequence, we rolled around together on the bed.
After having sex in various positions, I climbed on top of him lying on the bed and was rotating my hips in a riding position when the scented candle I had lit beforehand burned out, ending the pheromones' effect. As the pheromones in the air gradually decreased, my body's arousal cooled rapidly, and I let out a sigh, stopping my hips. Seeing me stop and stay still, he asked,
“What's wrong?”
“Ah, I'm a little tired now.”
“I see. Then let's stop.”
“I should at least make you come one last time.”
Before my cooled arousal made me dry, I moved my hips diligently and extracted the semen from his penis. After cleaning his penis with my mouth, I lay down beside him and gently rubbed the slightly bruised areas from being hit too hard, saying,
“Sorry I couldn't control myself since it's been a while. Are the places I hit okay?”
“They're fine. Actually, it felt even better.”
Because my body had become so sturdy, being hit hard actually gave me a pleasant, tingling pain. It was satisfying to have my masochistic desires fully fulfilled after so long.
“It felt even better?”
“I'm much sturdier than you think. I need to be hit at least that hard to feel that nice tingling.”
“Hmm, then I'll do that from next time.”
Trying to sleep pressed against his body, I recalled the pheromones and sense of relief I felt in Master's embrace, and sleep wouldn't come. Unlike me, he, having fully released his sexual desire, was sleeping deeply. Leaning against his bedside, I quietly looked at his face. Though slightly wrinkled with age, traces of his younger self remained. The scars I hadn't seen before—had he gotten them on the battlefield? I traced the long scar near his jaw with my finger and swallowed the bitter feeling.
The next morning, sunlight announcing the dawn streamed in, and we lay leisurely entwined in the warm room. In this resting time where we simply pressed flesh against flesh on his body covered in countless scars, we exchanged small conversations.
“So you want to completely conquer the east of Xenuma, Theo.”
The north and east of Xenuma still had vast lands beyond the current territory that remained undeveloped. Thanks to the wide forests and rugged terrain, orcs lived there in large numbers, and simply defending the borders consumed an enormous amount of national power every year. Among them, a mountain range extending northeast from the border cut across the undeveloped area, and following that range a little led to a recessed terrain where the sea appeared.
“If we obtain that place, we'll gain the sea as a resource.”
“Xenuma currently has no land adjacent to the sea.”
He said his goal was to start by obtaining the sea, subjugate the isolated orcs in the east, and ultimately conquer the orcs in the north as well to completely claim the land. The scale was so large that it was hard to even imagine.
“It will take a very long time.”
“Once Eden's technology supply is in full swing, it won't take as long as you think.”
“Is that why you're helping us?”
“It's one of several reasons.”
Well, regardless of the reason, as long as it helped Master become the ruler of Eden, it would be fine. Eden's technology would naturally be released according to plan anyway.
While I was blankly closing my eyes and thinking, I felt a hand stroking my hair and opened my eyes.
“What is it that you want to achieve?”
“What I want to achieve?”
“Mm, in simple terms, a dream?”
“A dream? Pfft.”
Hearing the word “dream” come from his mouth felt somehow mismatched, so it was funny. That aside, what I wanted to achieve... For now, nothing came to mind except helping Master and Master. When I said that, he told me that was someone else's matter and asked me to speak about what I myself desired. What was it? Was that different from each other?
“That's what I desire.”
At my words, he silently met my eyes, then gently stroked my tagged ear and said,
“Every living being has a purpose for itself. Even those who exist for others ultimately have personal desires. Desiring something is wanting. Think about your personal desires.”
Personal desires... Something I desired. I felt like I vaguely understood what he meant. Helping Master and Master was closer to following instinct than desire. Perhaps it was because I had many flaws compared to a normal human. What was the driving force behind my actions—desire? Aside from the most fundamental principle of an Angel, which was to help others, what else was there? Ugh. His finger touched my furrowed brow and rubbed it.
“Well, think about it little by little. Humans are surprisingly unaware of themselves.”
“But I'm an Abaddon?”
“An Abaddon is ultimately a living being too. And who would look at you now and think you're an Abaddon?”
“Hmm, that's true.”
Master was also an Abaddon, but now anyone would see her as human. A being more human than me, who was an incomplete human. Thinking that, I felt strangely envious. If I had also grown up experiencing an ordinary childhood like normal people, would I have been a little more human? Feeling somewhat down, I got out of bed and looked for a cigarette. I lit it as usual and took a deep drag, and a pleasant sense of relaxation wrapped around my body, lifting the emotions that had been trying to sink. Hoo— Sitting and watching the white smoke fill the space, he also sat up and said,
“Seeing the cigarette reminds me of a subordinate.”
“Is that so?”
Without caring about being naked, he stood up, poured a drink from the bottle prepared on the table into a glass, handed it to me, sat in the chair, and downed it in one go. Watching his Adam's apple move, I took another deep drag and exhaled the smoke. After a while, in the silence where only the smoke left its aftertaste, a low voice filled the space instead.
“He was a bold fellow. He stood out from his very first battle. He was a ridiculous guy who insisted on fighting orcs with a greatsword instead of a gun and went wild.”
Challenging orcs, who had much stronger bodies than humans—that was definitely a crazy person. His unfocused gaze, not fixed on any one place, seemed to be looking at scenes from the past, giving off a somewhat wistful atmosphere. The story of a man flowing from his lips was like a warrior from a fairy tale, overcoming hardships and adversity. The story of chasing to the end to rescue a comrade taken by orcs. The story of protecting a wounded comrade without retreating even in fierce battle. The story of achieving victory after a desperate fight with an orc chieftain, and so on.
“He sounds like an amazing person.”
“Yes, he was amazing. And foolish.”
He didn't speak about that man anymore. He simply drank in silence. After finishing the cigarette, I lay on the bed and thought. The man in the story was probably dead. From Theo's reaction, it felt like he was talking about a subordinate who had died in war. The man who loved cigarettes and alcohol had fulfilled his desire to fight orcs and died. Was a desire worth staking one's life on? Hmm, rather than sacrificing my life for Master, I felt like I would try to survive together somehow... I didn't even want to consider dying. Did this mean my desire was small, or was my most important desire something else?
“Haaah, I don't know. My head just feels complicated.”
“Haha, is that so.”
Stretching as he spoke, I looked at him and saw he was still drinking. Though I wasn't sure, it seemed he needed quiet time to think, with his scarred back hunched as he silently drank, so I quietly rubbed my face against the pillow and spent time like that before falling asleep just like that.