The Boy God's Blessed Nourishment
The Devotion Pledge was an authority that let the combat goddesses of the Goddess Department join forces, temporarily amplifying their divine power while imprinting their hard-earned training memories and vitality directly onto the recipient’s body to raise his innate divine power. It could never be forced without the goddess’s own will, and since most realms had only a single female lord, this was a privilege unique to this divine realm where so many had gathered. What was more, if their authorities, experiences, and divine power were copied onto him as naturally as his own vitality, there was no telling what new powers he might gain—much like the Lord Slayer Hera had once granted him.
I’m so excited to see how my title “Origin,” which I took when I first began acting as an Intermediate Lord, will evolve. All the stress I’ve carried feels like it’s simply melting away.
Meanwhile the management goddesses’ eyes narrowed to sharp slits as they fixed murderous glares on the combat goddesses. The identical clauses written in the contract had finally answered every lingering question.
So the Dimensional and War God hadn’t simply forgiven the rebellion. It was all thanks to the Devotion Pledge.
A killing intent surged toward them like a storm.
You already performed it? The situation wasn’t even this desperate back then—have you all lost your minds?
What in the world were you thinking—! No wonder his growth was so absurdly fast and powerful. You gave it to him, didn’t you? All of you!
Exactly how far did you go? Don’t tell me you shared physical senses too? You actually did something that shameless?
Five billion innate divine power finally makes sense. All eight of you poured everything into one man? No wonder he could barely contain it.
And after that you still tried to fight him? You really are insane.
This is on an entirely different level from us secretly borrowing a little vitality! On top of that, why hide it from us and do it behind our backs? After all that, you still call us friends—!
The sheer force of their transmitted will made the air itself vibrate with a deep, resonant hum. It was as if they were finally venting every ounce of resentment from being labeled thieves.
The combat goddesses did their best to ignore the onslaught and look away. Among them, Granraha’s expression had grown the most rigid.
In the end, even the four goddesses who had been hiding have now clung to the Dimensional and War God through the Devotion Pledge.
And every one of them was an Intermediate female lord, with the number only likely to grow. Yet she herself was merely a concubine, not an official partner. Though she had the right to object, she held neither the power nor the position to stop it, so she could not even voice resentment. The fact that the Dimensional and War God was not forcibly collecting concubines for his own desire—rather, they were the ones rushing to him in search of his power and patronage—left her even more speechless.
It’s completely different from those male lords who used to increase their harems or force divine power sharing purely to satisfy their own greed or boost their strength.
After venting their anger by thoroughly interrogating the combat goddesses, the management goddesses could no longer complain even as the others began to flirt openly with the Dimensional and War God. They simply burned with fresh determination, telling themselves it was not yet too late and that they should have accelerated the relationship sooner. The other combat goddesses held much the same view.
It’s as if sudden new rivals have appeared out of nowhere.
And they happen to be the very vixens we already know—clearly not opponents to take lightly.
Whenever the Dimensional and War God appeared, they looked ready to act as sweetly and coquettishly as true concubines of a divine lord. They had already promised the Devotion Pledge, so there was nothing left to hesitate over, yet this was simply too much.
“The vitality and divine power here are weaker than those of the Divine Power Solar Collective, but absorption is far more comfortable and the efficiency is excellent. If you would be so gracious, we would like to remain in this place. Naturally, we will pay the proper price through divine power sharing and the provision of authorities.”
As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly downward, deliberately offering a tempting view of the deep, voluptuous curves of her breasts.
The combat goddesses’ foreheads bulged with vein patterns that looked almost like crosses, their fury rising to a boiling point.
They plan to march straight into the Dimensional and War God’s personal temple and act as though they own the place?
If they absorbed the infinite vitality and divine power of this realm while also receiving support from the divine realm’s management lord, their rate of growth would be beyond imagination. The combat goddesses had longed to do the same, yet fear of rumors labeling them lovers or concubines had always stopped them. Now the management goddesses were openly seducing and pleading.
They could not bring themselves to ask. After all, they had just attempted open rebellion only moments ago. Besides, gods never allowed anyone except their official partners to reside in their personal temples; even direct descendants required formal approval. An unguarded ambush was nearly impossible to defend against, no matter how high one’s divine power.
And the Dimensional and War God, a diligent practitioner, was utterly unaffected by seduction. Even now he maintained full power release while training—his reaction had been strange indeed.
“I apologize, but I do not allow outsiders to reside in my home. Official divine power recovery through the Devotion Pledge is acceptable, however…”
“However?”
A deep, resonant hum—!
The moment the Dimensional and War God released his full power state, the blinding light vanished and his true appearance began to emerge.
“!?”
“!!!”
The goddesses were so stunned by the figure revealed within the fading radiance that they could not speak.
The Dimensional and War God no longer appeared as the scarred, agile warrior of the past. What stood before them was a boy-god form so unbearably cute and lovable that none of them had ever witnessed anything like it.
A boy god so beautiful that simply looking at him makes the mind grow hazy.
Even after checking whether it was an illusion authority, they confirmed it was unmistakably his true body—and it was impossibly, breathtakingly beautiful.
“While battling the lord of the Substitute Gods I lost nearly all human information and came to possess only a divine true form. Because I sealed that true form the instant I became a god, it appears in this youthful shape, much like a newborn. To nurture and grow the body, I require not only vitality and divine power but also the blessed breastmilk of female lords. If you would nurse me with that blessed breastmilk empowered by genuine affection and the moment of climax, I will permit you to remain here throughout the recovery period.”
At the words “nursing blessed breastmilk,” the management goddesses flinched and instinctively covered their breasts with both hands. Yet the sight of the peerlessly beautiful boy coupled with the overwhelming aura of his mighty divine power caused their fingers to loosen without them realizing it.
Direct descendants born to ordinary goddesses like us usually drop one circle and become high-ranking gods with roughly a hundred million divine power.
Even children of a Creator God are limited to becoming high lords with around a billion.
The growth ceiling differs by roughly one stage from the parent god, but becoming a Lord God requires shattering that wall through extreme effort.
The stronger the divine power, the more beautiful and pure a spirit-body god appears in their youthful state.
As they mature, that beauty born from pure divine power transforms into authorities, and their appearance shifts to match those authorities.
The sudden appearance of a boy lord possessing an impossible fifty billion divine power left not only the goddesses who had raised young gods but even the virgin goddesses completely dazed, thoroughly enchanted.
“I will immediately replenish any innate vitality and divine power you expend during the affectionate, climactic nursing. After you recover, you may remain here comfortably until you stabilize.”
The goddesses found themselves almost welcoming the idea of nursing such a beautiful and powerful boy god with genuine affection.
While the effect is minimal for adult gods, nursing a baby god consumes some of our own innate divine power yet produces a mixed divine power from his pure essence. That mixture strengthens our bodies and widens our vessels.
Moreover, the pure mixed divine power from a baby god with fifty billion divine power, combined with the infinite vitality and divine power of this personal temple, would produce an absurdly enormous effect.
For a goddess to nurse a male lord who was not even her direct descendant was normally unthinkable. Yet they were already in a position that was practically recognized as official concubines, and they convinced themselves that nursing this beautiful boy god would be an act of pure joy.
No matter how much we insist we are not complete concubines, after what that high lord said at the end, the rumors must have already spread like wildfire throughout the Main Divine Realm.
The kind of scandal everyone loves is now impossible to suppress.
Their reputations were already in the gutter. Above all, a boy god this beautiful, radiating such warm divine power, seemed like he would never appear again. His loveliness completely erased the aversion to male gods that their painful pasts had left behind.
Though they were not perfect virgin goddesses and therefore lacked the qualifications to become official partners, they were in a position where providing divine power sharing and authorities as concubines posed no problem whatsoever. Furthermore, he was the most promising prospective Creator God—almost certain to ascend—and a high lord besides. Nursing him might actually be an honor.
To share in the role of mother to the future Creator God, even if only partially.
Once they thought of it that way, their hearts grew light and an even deeper ecstasy washed over them.
Giving birth to and raising a strong god would only further empower our own divine power, authorities, and standing within the Main Divine Realm.
Even a partial role as the mother of a Creator God—how glorious is that? It would blow every past scandal away like dust.
If all it required was embracing this beautiful boy god and nursing him, there was no reason to refuse. Though it was terribly embarrassing that the child was not their own, their position as concubines left nothing to hesitate over.
Originally, if he desired it, we would have been expected to do far more shameful things.
The fact that he continued to treat them with such perfect courtesy only deepened their affection.
With dreamy expressions, every goddess nodded, cheeks flushed. The Dimensional and War God revealed his full, beautiful form and drew closer.
The table that had separated the center of the sofas and the refreshments upon it had already vanished at his will, leaving only the circular arrangement of sofas facing one another.
As the supremely beautiful boy god approached, the goddesses’ hearts pounded so violently they felt they might burst, their faces burning hotter and hotter. They looked exactly like young girl gods experiencing first love.
“First I will inject my divine power into the breasts to manifest and authenticate the authority. Granraha, please assist me for a moment.”
“!?”
Snap—! Jiggle!
With a light flick of his fingers, the fabric covering only Granraha’s breasts vanished, instantly exposing her elastic, perfectly rounded mounds to the open air.