Feed Me, Goddess

I flopped onto the bed the moment I stepped into my room on the second floor and let out a satisfied groan.

“Ah, that was good.”

Rydia’s breasts were soft, squishy, and warm… and they even smelled nice. Just remembering it brought a content smile to my face.

“Pretty addictive, honestly.”

But the moment my thoughts naturally drifted to Elly, my mind grew tangled.

“She seemed to enjoy it more than I expected…”

At first she definitely looked like she’d lost her country, but after I got distracted by her chest for a bit and looked back up, her face was strangely flushed. I’d only meant to give her a little preventive shot, but it felt like I’d accidentally injected her with drugs instead. Ten minutes later, I could still clearly picture her climbing the stairs to her room with her legs twisted together like she was possessed.

Rydia had hesitated for a long time too, as if wondering whether this was really okay, before finally leaving.

“Well… it should be fine.”

This was the Pan Continent, a world under ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the heavy influence of the Goddess of Love. An NTR kink probably wasn’t that rare here, right? Anyway, since Elly seemed to have enjoyed it too, let’s just call it all good.

“Ughhh…”

I stretched my arms and legs out on the bed, twisting this way and that in a big yawn before finally sitting up. I was exhausted from everything that had happened today, but… there was still one thing I had to do before sleeping.

I’d thought I’d be living like a pauper for a while after dumping every last coin I had into the gacha for this subjugation operation. But after rifling through the corpses of Those Who Swallow the Twilight, I ended up with a surprisingly decent amount of money.

Karen had taken the Beast God’s holy relic—the cursed dagger—saying it needed to be submitted to the temple to fool the Pope. But everything else we’d looted was split between me, Elly, and Rydia.

I had no idea where those runaway bastards had been making their money, but even after splitting it three ways, I still had 32 silver. No more, no less—just enough for exactly thirty pulls before bed.

“Looking forward to your cooperation today as well.”

Muttering to myself, I pulled the fully upgraded Goddess statue out of my subspace. But for some reason, its condition looked a little… off.

It was sitting with its legs pulled into a perfect W-shape. Its arms were crossed tightly over its chest as if hugging itself, which naturally squeezed its breasts outward. And those eyes that should have been filled with benevolence were now hollow and empty, while a deep blush burned across its cheeks.

It looked exactly like the expression Elly had shown earlier.

“What the… oh.”

Could it be? Was she jealous because I said I liked her a little more than the Goddess of Love? Was that why she was striking this cuckolded pose?

“You gloomy stalker goddess.”

Hey! If you’ve got something to say, come say it to my face! Don’t try to appeal to me in such a roundabout, hard-to-understand way!

Well… if she actually did that, the labyrinth would fall into chaos, adventurers inside would be in danger, and some monsters would probably burst out into Pangrave, turning the whole city upside down. So that was absolutely not allowed.

In the end, it looked like I’d have to go find the Goddess of Love myself.

I let out a long sigh and flipped the statue upside down. Because its legs were so tightly closed for no good reason, I couldn’t see any panties.

“Tsk.”

Clicking my tongue, I stored the statue in its special case and finally opened the gacha system.

“Whoa.”

These were the first free tickets I’d received since the one-year survival anniversary reward. The unexpected notification left me momentarily stunned. Once I realized I’d just been fed, I immediately dropped into a deep bow toward the Goddess of Love inside her display case.

“The Goddess of Love is more beautiful than anyone else, and everything you’ve done so far isn’t stalking—it’s a beautiful, pure love watching over me from one step behind…!”

Maybe my flattery had pleased her. The statue, which had been striking a tragic heroine pose, began to glow brightly. Before I knew it, it had returned to its original position. Only after confirming that did I dismiss the notification.

Now the real gacha window appeared.

“Alright! Fifty pulls, let’s gooo!!!”

In a completely hyped-up state, I hammered the multi-draw button like crazy.

“No way…”

All fifty pulls were 1-star? Not even a single 2-star?

“This can’t be real…!”

I clutched my head and cried out against the unfairness of the world for a moment. But when I thought about it calmly, this gacha result, while unlucky, wasn’t actually that strange.

From the beginning, this damn gacha’s default was 1-star. Getting a 2-star was considered a good pull, and a 3-star was a jackpot. It was famous for its abysmal probabilities. Before entering the labyrinth, everything except the pickpocketing had been 1-star anyway.

The recent streak of eleven 3-star Goddess statues in a row, or the timely 4-star equipment and authorities right before important battles… those ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had been the abnormal ones.

Gacha was supposed to be this unfriendly. The demonic realm of non-human perversion filled with pity systems and guaranteed hits was just another name for gacha.

The current 1-star party wasn’t because I had terrible luck. It was simply the probabilities regressing to the mean…!

“Hoo. I feel a lot better now.”

I knew that “regression to the mean” was something you could only say after rolling an almost infinite number of times. But the words themselves were strangely reassuring. It felt much more plausible to think that I’d just gotten lucky last time, so it was natural not to get anything good this time, rather than believing I’d done something wrong or was just having an off day.

“Anyway, it’s regression to the mean. I’ve decided that’s what it is.”

After a brief moment of self-rationalization, my skin suddenly burned with pain. Not long after, it cooled down as if I’d been doused in ice water.

Right. Come to think of it, even though it was 1-star, I had pulled an authority, hadn’t I?

Unless it was one of those few special cases, authorities were always welcome. Even at 1-star, its value couldn’t be compared to something like a magic herb.

Once the imprinting was complete, information about how to use the authority flooded into my mind.

Your skin will always remain moist, no matter the time or place.

“???”

That’s it?

Just like with the fragrant body scent, this was clearly just a beauty authority! I knew most of the Goddess of Love’s authorities weren’t helpful in combat, but wasn’t this pushing it a bit too far?

Of course, having moist skin is nice. I’m still young so it’s fine now, but as you get older your skin gets drier and you start having all kinds of troubles, right?

“Still, if you’re going to give me a 1-star authority anyway, at least make it something useful…”

A sigh escaped me, but… what could I do? It had already been rolled. I should just think that something was better than nothing.

Besides, there was a more important issue right now than the authority.

The pile of junk that had scattered across the floor. Among them, I caught the one thing that had fallen onto my head instead of the ground and brought it down.

A soft texture. Pure white fabric without a single flaw. Delicate lace along the edges that served as a charming point. A strangely warm pair of panties.

“What the hell am I supposed to do with something like this…? Huh? Wait a second.”

Just in case, I took out the Goddess statue from the display case and flipped it over. As expected, because of the pose, nothing could be seen under the skirt.

At this point, I guess I have no choice.

“If you had just obediently shown me your panties, this wouldn’t have happened…”

Muttering as if lamenting, I pressed my index finger against the back of the Goddess statue.

Squeeze.

The sensation was far too realistic. It even replicated body temperature, making it feel like I was touching a shrunken person. After briefly enjoying the feel of the slightly protruding shoulder blade, I slowly slid my finger downward.

Starting from the back, past the waist, and arriving at the buttocks. The distinctly fuller, more elastic sensation transmitted clearly.

Yes. It transmitted far too clearly. It felt exactly like touching her through a single layer of cloth.

Wondering if that was the case, I stroked my finger back and forth, focusing on the area from the waist to the hips… but there was no snag at all. The movement flowed completely naturally.

In other words, there was no panty line to be felt.

“Love Love… you perverted, shady goddess… these wouldn’t happen to be your panties, would they?”

…….

As expected, the Goddess statue gave no answer. Because it was a statue.

“Come on. No matter what, a goddess wouldn’t secretly send someone her panties or anything. I did check what panties you were wearing today, but that was just like a greeting to a figurine, you know?”

…….

The Goddess statue remained silent. However, the density of the holy power it naturally emitted suddenly surged.

Whoosh!

Without me touching anything, the statue was enveloped in holy power as bright as when it had unfolded a miniature sanctuary. The overwhelming radiance made me close my eyes for a moment. When I opened them again, the Goddess statue had returned to the display case on its own.

This time it was squatting with its face buried between its knees.

“So you do feel embarrassed…”

I let out a long sigh and stored the still-warm panties into my subspace.

…You never know, right?