Ushabtis (2)
But the voice was something else. "Huh?" Sechem Yaret flicked her tongue and circled me once, slithering like a snake... well, she was a snake. Not some lamia with a beautiful woman's upper body and snake tail—no, she was a snake from head to toe, just with arms. And those arms weren't even human; they were covered in scales, like some kind of lizard limbs. Anyway, this arm-snake slithered around me once and peered right into my face.
"But you are undoubtedly the Pharaoh. I can sense the divine aura. It's been so long since I've seen you again, my God."
"...You're, uh, too close. Back off a bit."
"Oh dear. Such rudeness. I don't fully grasp human discomforts."
She backed away, slithering reverse like a car in reverse—wiggling and hissing away. I just stared, dumbfounded.
"You... what are you?"
"Oh my. You've even lost your memories, my lord. I am Sechem Yaret, your faithful servant."
"...An Ushabti?"
"Yes, indeed. I am an Ushabti as well. On the day you entered the pyramid, I went in alongside the others. It's tragic that you've risen again but lost your memories."
"...The other Ushabtis couldn't speak, though?"
"I am different from the other Ushabtis."
Sechem Yaret coiled up, growing taller. Then she slowly lowered her head before me, pressing her hands palms-up to the ground in reverence.
"I was one of the Sechems responsible for preserving your flesh. To diagnose any discomforts precisely, conversation is essential, of course."
"...I see."
This Ushabti had to be one of those ancient Egyptians put real effort into crafting. You could tell just by looking. I'd noticed the sparkles on her body—turns out they were jewels. The worker Ushabtis moved like stone statues, but this one gleamed like a living snake, scales shimmering.
"...So you're my personal physician?"
"If you say so, then yes."
"Hmm. What can you do?"
"Colds and minor ailments. Wound healing. Assisting with births, crafting medicines for health—"
"Births? You help with childbirth too?"
"Yes. And childcare as well."
...Shit. I'd just scored a game-changer. The cornerstone of my inner chambers.
But hold up.
"One thing I'm curious about. Summoning you cost a ton of coins."
"Coins... ah, you mean deben."
"Deben?"
"I understand you refer to currency. When you ruled the land and guided civilization to revival, you decreed the use of deben—flat metal coins."
"Oh... right? Hmm. Why did I think 'coins'? Ah, never mind. No need to answer."
Because I was interpreting the hieroglyphs myself. It was originally called deben.
"Another question: How much are you worth in coins? What's the daily upkeep?"
"I am quite expensive. 500 deben to summon. 20 deben per day to maintain."
...Hmm. Ooh. Summon once, then 20 coins a day. Nice.
"Anyway... handle my health. And everyone else's medical needs, kids too."
"As you command, my God."
"Hmm..."
I felt a bit more at ease. She looked pretty scary, but she could talk, her voice was voice-actress level seductive, and above all, she was insanely useful. Made me wonder how I'd survived without Ushabtis. I felt deeply satisfied, and I wanted to see her in person, so I released Nephka and returned to my real body. I got up from the stone sarcophagus and headed to the living room.
Sechem Yaret was checking out the rice farm on the balcony. My avatar had turned to sand right in front of her, but she didn't bat an eye. She must remember the past fully. Hearing my footsteps, she turned her head toward me.
I plopped down on the sofa, and she slithered over, gazing intently at me.
"...My God. Things invisible in your hero form are now clear."
"Yeah? Like what?"
Her snake eyes slowly drifted down... and stopped at my crotch.
"...Good lord. How many women have you been with? Your vital parts are quite depleted."
"...You can tell just by looking? Even with shorts on?"
"There is nothing about your health I do not know."
Ooh.
"...Then maybe you can help me out?"
"Of course. Simply embrace fewer women, and it will recover on its—"
"No, that's not it. Out of the question. What I want is to embrace more women than now."
Sechem Yaret's coil shifted slightly. No facial expressions, hard to read, but... happy?
"Naturally. Your seed must spread far and wide. I merely assumed you sought rest."
"Mm. I mean, is it possible?"
"Of course. But you must heed the caveats, my God."
Sechem Yaret swayed side to side like a cobra from a basket. Seemed pleased, but dizzying. I gestured, and she settled.
"Caveats? What?"
"You wield divine power and are the god incarnate. Yet your flesh is human. Precisely because it is human, you can impregnate human women. A fine thing. But as human flesh, it inevitably depletes stamina and energy. Preventing that depletion entirely is impossible."
"...Hmm. So how can you help?"
"I can accelerate the conversion of energy into your virility. That energy will preserve your seed, regenerate it, create more—and grant tireless strength."
"...Eat well? That's what it sounds like."
"Faster recovery than that. Though eating well is still key. Depending on usage, you'll need double, triple—or more—of premium foods."
"Hmm... Just eating my fill won't suddenly supercharge my dick. I've been eating well already."
"Of course. I can imagine your struggles without this Sechem Yaret. But now you possess me. I can assist."
"...Dunno how, but if it works, great. You'll help?"
"One more caveat remains."
"Another?"
Annoyance crept onto my face despite being a god. Sechem Yaret swayed happily anyway.
"If you accept my aid, you must treat women carefully, preciously."
"...I already do... don't I? I go wild when horny. Why? What do you mean?"
"If you accept, my God, women's bodies will respond, seeking your child."
"...Huh? Not getting it. Like... ovulation or something?"
"I speak of climax."
"...Ah."
...Ah? Wait. What? I sat up on the sofa. No more annoyance.
"...So you're saying, with your help and some energy boost, women climax easier?"
"Yes."
"Do it. Now. Urgent. Most important thing ever."
Yeonsu and Hyeyoon had been suppressing their moans, only letting out faint whimpers now and then—not fully satisfied. I wanted them crazed, clinging to me.
"As you wish, my God."
Sechem Yaret extended her scaly hands—paws?—toward me.
"...How's it done?"
"A touch of divine energy into your human flesh. Not mine, but yours, restored slightly to your body. I merely facilitate."
"...Right? Do I need to lie down?"
"Any comfortable position."
I lay back on the sofa. Probably touch my dick or something? Makes sense. No way this snake jerks me off. Voice is hot, but she's a full-on snake medley.
...Arms coming up? Ugh, scaly fingers for real. Coming to my face? What—oh, shoulders. Hey, face too close. If she were a woman it'd be fine, but snake head pressing my shoulder... Ngh.
"Guh! Hey! That hurts! What the—"
Stinging pain from both shoulders where she gripped. Ow, ow!
"Endure a moment."
"What're you even doing?"
"Elevating your masculine essence. Since ancient times, bull and lion symbolize potent manhood."
"B-bull and lion...?"
Ugh, hurts! Nghhh.
"Yes. Etching bull and lion upon your shoulders."
"What?!"
I glanced at my shoulders. For real. Light glowing. Delts, traps, bis and tris—even pecs. Beast shapes rippling like waves.
Fucking hurts.
"Gah...! Ahh, ughhh...!"
Feels like carving into bone. Ngh.
"Almost done."
Pain made me blurt anything.
"D-does this boost manhood? Virility up, ngh...! All that?"
"Yes. Muscles will form beyond recognition."
"Ooh, fuck. For real?"
"Indeed. Last time in human form, you were a mighty warrior. Your current body seemed boyish, but forgive me—I meant no offense."
"Nah, it's fine."
I'd been skinny-fat, no muscles, bit of belly. No workouts, not fat but not lean—just average. Apocalypse slimmed me down. But muscles without gym? Hell yes. Ah, fuck—increasing pain.
"Urghhh...!"
"Just a bit more."
"You said almost done earlier...!"
"Yes. Now complete."
Couldn't hold still—body shaking. Looked down. Insane. Tattoo spreading. Covering chest, sides. Full irezumi?
"Done."
Finally, she spoke. I collapsed, drenched in sweat, wiped out.
Sechem Yaret bowed, hands palms-up.
"Now all food becomes strength and virility for you."
"Uh... th-thanks."
Pain vanished instantly—like a finger snap. But exhausted.
"Huff, huff."
"Ushabti. Bring food."
An Ushabti cooling egg porridge scooped some into a bowl and brought it.
"Eggs and rice—fine tonic. Eat, my God."
"Y-yeah. Whew..."
Cold sweat dripping.
"Gotta eat and wash up."
"Of course. All your desires fulfilled."
Egg porridge. Warm. Man, my arms. My body. Tattoos huge as fuck. Packed with hieroglyphs. Irezumi? Nah. More ancient warrior vibe than yakuza. But hey. Not bad.