The God’s Private Chamber
Isabel finished organizing the instruments she had used to widen the hole and spoke.
“Still, the passage is quite deep, and it curves upward toward the inside of the skull, making it difficult to reach the innermost part where the tentacles are with just fingers. Given the shape and angle similar to the vagina, it does seem oddly optimized for inserting a penis.”
“A penis?”
“If Mother kneels and someone enters from behind, it would make perfect contact with the tentacles. With a bit of height adjustment, it could even be used while seated in a chair.”
“What the hell is that? It sounds like you’re describing a workstation where you just plug in a dick and start using the computer.”
“Exactly. It feels like a hole specifically engineered for that purpose.”
T-12 created something like this? It was as if the chimera had been deliberately designed to force its host into this kind of modification. Wait… chimera?
“Is it possible that T-12 is an artificially created chimera?”
“I’m not sure. But judging by its functionality alone, it does seem unnaturally refined, as if it were intentionally designed.”
Its habitat had the advantage of not requiring separate feeding or excretion, and its stealth capabilities were impressive enough to be turned into a bio-suit. When I considered its exceptional neural erosion ability as a means to turn the host into a biological computer, everything started to make sense. Aside from the difficulty of controlling its instincts and the side effect that could kill the host if mishandled, it was an eerily perfect parasitic organism.
“Looking at its functions, it really is efficient and outstanding. A self-moving biological computer that needs no charging or wiring. And Mother, in particular, can connect to the internet via implants and even receive additional computational support. You’re basically a perfect high-performance biological computer. If this really is an artificially made chimera, the creator’s technological prowess is terrifying.”
As Isabel said this, her eyes gleamed dangerously while looking at me. The familiar gaze she gave a coveted test subject sent a slight chill down my spine. She licked her lips, then clicked her tongue in clear disappointment.
“It’s a shame that you can’t use it yourself.”
“Hoo… Well, at least it barely shows on the outside. That’s a relief.”
It had only been a short time, but using it at full capacity left my head feeling a little heavy. My sense of bodily movement also felt slightly off, so I stretched to regain proper sensation.
While I loosened my body, Isabel continued tapping away at the computer, repeatedly expressing her regret.
“It probably only avoids the side effects of T-12 parasitism because you’re already an Abaddon host. In that case, it would be difficult for anyone except our Abaddon to use. From a researcher’s perspective, it’s a revolutionary ability. Besides, no matter how I look at it, it seems designed exclusively for males, doesn’t it?”
“It does seem that way.”
Since women don’t have dicks, it did appear to be made for men only.
“But there’s no particular reason it has to be male-exclusive. I suspect there’s probably a control chimera that pairs with T-12. Anyway, we don’t have much time right now, so shall we hurry and finish preparing?”
When we returned to the dressing room, the clothes Isabel helped me into were a flowing yet elegant white dress. It felt appropriate for a temple. At first glance, it even gave off a nun-like impression. She fastened a lace choker around my neck and said,
“Since the god is known to favor lust, the moment he sees Mother beautifully adorned, there’s a high chance he’ll immediately take you to his bedroom. Though the information is old, if you were created according to that man’s tastes, the probability is extremely high. To minimize variables and secure a definite opportunity, aim for the exact moment he climaxes during sex.”
“Ugh, the corset is too tight.”
“Endure it. And it’s best to handle everything as quietly as possible. Until we contact our comrades outside, we must be extremely cautious. Understood?”
“Yeah, I got it.”
Only after she placed a veil-like ornament on my head was the dressing complete. When I slipped on the white shoes and stood before the full-length mirror, even I was stunned by the mystically beautiful woman staring back.
“Wow, I look pretty.”
“Mother, you really don’t dress up enough. You have such a beautiful body now—doesn’t it feel like a waste?”
“I’ve never really been interested in that sort of thing…”
“Anyway, we need to hurry. Time’s almost up.”
As I followed Isabel out of the lab, other researchers spotted us and greeted us warmly.
“Hey, Isabel. Who’s that with you?”
“An important business associate.”
“Ah, one of the sponsors for our lab? Nice to meet you.”
I returned the polite bow from the man who had bowed first and continued walking. Every researcher we passed greeted Isabel with genuine fondness.
After moving briskly, we took the elevator up and arrived at the rear of the research building.
“You’ve gotten really close with the researchers, huh?”
“They were always struggling with research funding shortages. Thanks to my connections, they’ve received massive sponsorships.”
“The merchants’ guild, I see.”
“In the modern age, financial power is power itself. The guild that most foreign businessmen in Eden belong to possesses enormous capital. Sponsoring small labs like this is nothing to them.”
I stood listening as Isabel explained how she had drawn both the lab and its researchers to our side. Soon after, a clearly luxurious hovercar glided to a smooth stop in front of us. The person who stepped out of the driver’s seat was someone I was happy to see.
“Uncle Mathis!”
“Elisha! It’s been a while. Good to see you too, Isabel.”
“Why are you here, Uncle?”
“I’m acting as the merchants’ guild representative to deliver you as tribute.”
“I see. Is Stella doing well?”
“She’s healthy, aside from the discomfort of being full-term. Shall we get going?”
“Yes.”
Mathis still looked as fit as ever, though he seemed far gentler than the rough man I remembered. Once I climbed into the back seat, Isabel’s voice drifted in through the window.
“I wish you luck.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll succeed spectacularly.”
“We’re off.”
With the distinctive low hum of the hovercar, we glided smoothly down the street. Mathis glanced at me through the rearview mirror and spoke.
“Who would’ve thought that clumsy little Elisha would end up taking on something this big? Life really is unpredictable, isn’t it?”
“Hehe, and who would’ve guessed that hot-tempered uncle of mine would become this reliable?”
“Hey now, you’ve seen it for yourself how dependable I am.”
The way he winked and smiled carried a relaxed confidence that suited him well.
“You’re also symbiotically bonded with an Abaddon, right? Thanks to hers, Stella regained her emotions.”
“Yes. Thank you for accepting the Abaddon.”
“No need to thank me. Stella’s become so lively because of it—it’s wonderful.”
The uncles still didn’t know that the current Stella was the Abaddon. Even after several months, the Stella I knew as my senior had yet to wake up. Judging from Isabel’s case, it was possible the Abaddon was deliberately keeping her asleep. Abaddons—especially queen strains and princess strains like her children—had little hesitation about manipulating their hosts however they wished when necessary. Whether that was a trait inherited from Master or an inherent characteristic of Abaddons, they skillfully guided the host’s thoughts to create the situations they desired.
Chatting casually with Uncle Mathis, we traveled without issue and soon stopped in front of the temple. The grand structure stood tall over the central plaza, just as it had the first day I saw it. As Uncle Mathis and I approached the main gate, a guard checked our identities and purpose. Unlike the underground city, human guards worked here, and inspections were carried out through various mechanical devices. Despite the thorough checks, everything went smoothly as we had anticipated and prepared for, and we were granted entry.
The massive doors opened, and as we stepped inside, a woman in a maid uniform greeted us.
“Welcome to the most glorious place in Eden, the dwelling of God. I am Michael, your guide.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Mathis, here to present the tribute.”
As we had discussed beforehand, Mathis handled the conversation while I remained silent. When Michael lifted her bowed head, I saw the characteristic lifeless eyes of an angel. It seemed those who worked inside the temple were indeed angels.
“I will escort you to the audience chamber. Please follow me.”
With a smile as perfectly painted as a portrait, she moved with silent, graceful steps. The temple interior was filled with all kinds of artworks depicting the god’s great deeds and was spotlessly clean.
“When we reach the audience chamber, please keep your head lowered and behave with utmost respect. Any action that might offend God is strictly forbidden.”
Following her instructions, we walked down a corridor so quiet that only the sound of my shoes and Uncle Mathis’s footsteps echoed. We soon arrived at a vast audience chamber. The tall, wide space lined with towering pillars was filled with dazzling light refracted through stained glass, creating a dreamlike and beautiful atmosphere. At the deepest end, a high platform was covered by a canopy, where only the shadow of a seated figure could be seen.
Michael performed an elegant, precise bow toward the platform and announced,
“O Great One, the believer and the tribute have arrived.”
After a brief silence, a surprisingly young voice replied.
“I see. So the merchants’ guild sent you.”
“That is correct. As one who lives and conducts business in Eden, I have come to pay my respects to the ruler of Eden.”
“A group that understands etiquette.”
A short exchange of greetings and pleasantries followed. Then Uncle Mathis gestured toward me and said,
“Here is the tribute we offer.”
At his words, I took one step forward. After another brief silence, the god spoke.
“Oh? A rare top-quality specimen. Raise your head.”
I lifted my bowed head and looked straight ahead. Though he remained hidden behind the canopy, only his shadow visible, he could clearly see me, because a sound of admiration escaped him.
“Truly to my liking. I accept her. You may leave.”
“Thank you.”
Michael and Uncle Mathis exited through the door we had entered, and it closed firmly behind them. Good. Just as expected, I had caught the god’s interest. Now all that remained was to be taken to his bedroom and wait until we were alone.
“Come closer.”
“Yes.”
The moment he spoke, the canopy parted left and right, revealing his form. Despite having heard he was quite old, he appeared as a young man with firm, taut skin. With deep golden hair and green eyes, he possessed a handsome face and, despite his ornate and extravagant clothing, boasted a considerable physique. His eyes, filled with interest and desire, were fixed on me. The crooked smile on his lips left a rather unpleasant impression. I had imagined some transcendent being worthy of being called a god, but he was surprisingly ordinary—just a good-looking man. I felt a bit let down, but since he was still the target, I steeled myself.
The closer I drew, the stronger his gaze of lust grew, reaching its peak the moment I knelt before him.
“Excellent. Truly excellent. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt such genuine arousal. Follow me.”
“Yes.”
He stood up abruptly and led the way. I hadn’t noticed while he was seated, but he was incredibly tall. Even taller than Master, he easily surpassed two meters. This might not be as easy as I thought.
As we walked down an eerily silent corridor, I scanned the surroundings, but I sensed no presence of anyone else. Even when I checked using essence, no living beings appeared. What was going on? There were no workers in the temple? It was unexpected, but it meant one less risk factor.
Without the slightest hesitation, he opened a massive door. Thud. The thick wooden door, heavy enough to produce such a sound, was opened with one simple motion of a single hand. His strength was extraordinary.
The enormously spacious room was decorated entirely in Eden’s signature mythical interior style. A thick wool carpet covered the floor, and cushions were scattered everywhere—an unusual detail. Walking across the luxuriously soft carpet that sank deeply with every step, he stopped before an antique wooden coat rack and began stripping off his clothes, hanging them one by one. As he removed each layer, his body was revealed to be composed of muscles so precisely sculpted they resembled a work of art. I had seen the bodies of many powerful men, including Master, but this was the first time I had encountered such refined, artistic musculature.
Now completely naked, he casually grabbed something from the wardrobe and said,
“Take off those cumbersome clothes. Put this on.”
“Ah, yes.”
The moment I answered, clothes flew toward me. If I hadn’t been watching his movements, I would have missed them—the speed was incredible. Seeing me catch them easily, a meaningful smile formed on his face. I shifted my gaze to the clothes in my hands. They were made of tough, durable material—workout clothes. Workout clothes? The unexpected choice left me frozen for a moment, but feeling his gaze as he stood with arms crossed, already dressed in similar attire, I quickly began undressing.
The more of my body I revealed, the more pleasure bloomed in his eyes.
“Whistle… As expected, you’ve trained in martial arts. And at quite a high level.”
Could he tell just by looking? Facing him directly, I removed even the corset and put on the workout clothes.
“Take off the shoes too.”
“Yes.”
I noticed he was barefoot as well. I removed my shoes and placed them near the discarded clothes, then straightened my posture. He rolled his neck and said,
“Then shall we begin? I’ll control my strength, so try to make it enjoyable for a long time.”
The instant I blinked, my instincts screamed at me. I instinctively twisted my head to the left, dodging.