188. Telagram.
188. Telagram.
The laws of this nation were said to be remarkably thick.
No matter what happened, it was illegal; whatever took place, it was a lawsuit.
Given that, contrary to the expectation that buying and selling women would be extremely difficult...
"Telegram...?"
...it turned out to be a country where, if you tried, anything was possible.
The outwardly seamless net of regulations was, in reality, nothing but paper text less than useless—a display of human deficiency. That was why humans were worthless trash; were the so-called Main Gods colluding with humans even capable of thought?
'No, this is good, actually.'
In such chaotic times, plans shone all the brighter.
Rhea watched Neotube and accessed Telegram, smoothly creating an account.
Furthermore, since the profile picture was a photo that could directly or indirectly convey a woman's value, Rhea took a picture of her own body and uploaded it as her profile.
"...Hoh."
Looking at it afterward, even she found it a perfectly flawless, utterly pure body.
To have to appraise such a body—so perfect that even assessing its worth would be sacrilege—solely for money used by humans.
'How ridiculous my situation is.'
But there was no helping it.
If there was a goal to achieve, a Main God accomplished it.
Therefore, pressing forward in a straight line without pause was the right way.
".......Ung?"
But wait, was she a Main God?
Rhea briefly looked at her own body.
Far from a Main God, at best it was only fit for a succubus.
On top of that, gold restrictions layered layer upon layer—truly trash not worth taking even if given away.
Having such a body and still calling herself a Main God—was that not proof that her 'soul' was beautiful?
"Hmm."
Even if the flesh was corrupt, the inner essence was more valuable.
In that sense, Rhea was confident that her inner self possessed truly gem-like worth, no, value beyond that.
Therefore, what problem was there if her body had become somewhat defiled? Her most important 'soul' was pure.
"...........Eum."
No, something was still off.
Even as she thought it, the flow of logic was strangely grating.
Objectively speaking, her current behavior was somehow—wasn't it similar to the actions of some reckless, bare-assed fool?
Acting like a dick and handling responsibility like a cunt—a perfect specimen of shirking responsibility.
Gazing upon herself presenting that exact image...
"................"
Suddenly, she didn't want to do any of it anymore.
Je-ti, everything—should she just throw it all away?
She just wanted to lie still in the corner of her room like this—ding♬
".....Hmm."
A message arrived.
Telegram. The sentence visible beyond the message was....
[nj]
".........???"
Humans in this country used their excellent script in such bizarre ways.
This was exactly why humans needed no wisdom—merely to be ruled was enough...
—!
—!
—!
—!
"............."
Noisy. The message sound kept ringing.
She immediately blocked the sound and checked one by one; the vast majority ended with [nj].
'What the hell is 'nj'?'
She could not understand. More than anything, she did not even want to understand.
She did not wish to allocate the wisdom of a goddess just to comprehend such nonsense.
"Hmm......"
After a moment's deliberation, Rhea entered content into her profile.
[Pure body. Virgin. 1 million won.]
"Hmm."
Thus, when displaying goods, stating the price clearly was the proper way.
Rhea waited briefly for customers to gather.
[+999]
".....Hoh?"
The curtain had risen on a bidding war.
...
..
.
At first, she raised it to 1.1 million.
They followed. The vast majority followed.
'I see.'
Rather than raising it in dribbles, let's jump all at once.
She tried raising it to 2 million.
[Isn't this a scam?]
"Hmm......"
A question of whether she was scamming appeared.
She immediately recorded a video and uploaded it.
A video of her lightly standing up and spinning once.
An advance bid of 3 million came in.
'Good.'
Could they follow to 5 million as well?
[This is all staged, so don't bother]
"............."
Staged, they said.
How could she prove this was real?
Would uploading a video that simply captured her purity suffice?
'...No.'
Purity revealed its true worth precisely when it was hidden.
Therefore, rather than proving her purity....
"I am real."
Just let those who would believe believe, and those who wouldn't, not.
Rhea raised the price.
No more, no less than 10 million won.
Once she did, three people remained.
"Hmm......"
Rhea slowly checked the profiles.
Even if she was selling purity, it was the natural order for the heart to go to something pleasing to the eye.
'...This one is a bit better.'
After slowly checking the profiles and confirming which was better, Rhea chose suitor number 2 and sent a message.
[I will transfer the goddess's purity to you. In return, hand over ten million won.]
A single direct line of text.
With that, the contract was made.
*****************
A few days later.
In front of the fountain near the station.
Rhea quietly gazed at the water of the fountain and waited for 'that man' to arrive.
'In the photo, he really was quite handsome.'
It was as if I were looking at myself in my prime.
There was an oddly smudged feeling to the photo, but she didn't pay it much mind.
It was an era where all kinds of things were faked, but just because a photo was slightly edited, the real person couldn't be that—
"Rhea...?"
"............."
—different.
He was fucking hugely different.
'He was clearly...'
In the photo, he hadn't been like that.
With a six-pack, a tall and dashing appearance, a guy who was 'less than me but still decent-looking' enough to remind her of herself in her prime...
"'Crepas'...is me."
"..............."
Truly, humans were rotten.
Humans were simply not to be trusted.
Rhea quietly swallowed her breath and clenched her fist tightly.
'To have to give my purity to that bastard.'
Would it have been better to just sleep with that bastard Chrono once beforehand?
If she had, it might have been at least slightly better.
For some reason, though she didn't know why, she had a feeling that doing it with Chrono would have been far better.
"Well then...um...."
The man—no, the swine—squealed as he oinked.
He approached disgustingly close and dared to take her hand as he pleased.
'I should slice this hand off immediately...haaaaa.'
But she couldn't.
She had to endure it here.
For the sake of the 10 million won. She had to give the 'value' that matched it.
"............"
No, now that she thought about it, something was a bit strange.
This swine had already taken her hand, a hand he shouldn't even dare to come near.
Wasn't merely tolerating that already providing value worth 10 million won?
Rhea, pulled along by the man's hand without a word, agonized over how long she had to remain held by this hand.
And so,
"Well, then...could you look at my phone for a moment?"
"..........?"
When they entered a deserted, gloomy back alley.
The swine held out his phone, dirty as if crawling with dust mites, toward her and said,
"[Look Here! (Kochiomi Ro!)]"
".......?"
The center of the phone.
A pattern resembling a pink eye glowed.
'This is....'
An unpleasantness spreading beyond the retina.
An ability that dulled the mind and forcibly put one to sleep.
This power. This divinity. A technique that only a swine intent on violating a female could devise...
"Heu...heuheuheu! It worked! It worked! With this, capture of the loli complete!"
"................"
Cyclops.
It was those bastards' handiwork.
Rhea wiped away this disgustingly nauseating wave that clouded her mind.
No matter how restricted her power was, she was not someone who would succumb to such a paltry force.
'...But who the hell is Cyclops?'
Something was strange.
Memories she didn't know, words that were not hers, kept floating up into her head.
However, the difference from what the swine before her showed was—while that was forcibly rammed into her head, this sensation drifted in as though it were naturally 'her own,' and...
"............."
She felt dizzy.
She just wanted to sleep.
She didn't want to think anymore.
It was as if her whole body was resisting, as if telling her never to think about this field.
"Now then...shall I have a taste right away?"
"..........."
Her mind was dazed.
The man licked Rhea's face and stripped off her clothes as he pleased, but Rhea couldn't care.
The fog filled her head. Just shaking it off left her breathless.
—Riiip...!
"Keuh! Not a single hair... supple and firm thigh flesh...!"
The moment her stockings were torn and her purity was gradually threatened,
Mai, sensing something serious from below the alley, was about to intervene—
—Ring ring ring!
"...Boss?"
The man stopped moving.
He answered the phone and bowed his head.
"Yes...yes, always grateful... Eh? Even so, still... well... uhhh....."
His expression rotted more and more.
Soon the call ended, and clicking his tongue, the man said,
"Didn't think she'd be an Awakened... What a pain."
There was no helping it.
The man stopped what he was doing and began to drag Rhea outside—but before that.
"...Ahem."
He took off her stockings.
Walking around with a young girl whose stockings were torn was criminal no matter how you looked at it.
"...Ssuuuup... Pwah!"
Of course, the removed stockings went into the man's possession.
Sniffing them once before putting them away was key.
After that, the man put Rhea into his car and drove off.
"Rhea....."
Quickly transforming into Pegasus, Mai followed behind him.
At first, she had waited with the intention of giving a bit of shock and a slight warning, but the situation was gradually becoming serious.
"Hm... hmmm....."
While chasing the car, Mai pondered deeply.
Was it right to inform Chrono about this?
After agonizing over and over, Mai decided not to tell him for now.
'Rhea needs to know what's what too.'
If she told Chrono right away, the case would be resolved immediately.
But then Rhea wouldn't learn her lesson.
Anyhow, as long as she herself was present, unless it was an extremely far distance, she could stop time and come and go.
So Mai decided to watch and wait for now.
Thus, the place the car arrived at after leaving the outskirts of the city was—
"Ah... should I have at least tasted her lips?"
"............."
—an alleyway lit with red glass lamps.