Chapter 24: The Path to Becoming a God
“Even so, that was beyond my power.”
The wise man answered without a moment’s hesitation.
“True enough.”
Tanah wore a smile that was anything but light. It was not forced. It was the genuine ache of regret.
Even Tanah herself did not understand why she felt this way. What was certain was that her fear was not of her father.
“Still, I have known him for some time. I do not wish harm upon him, but I will not stand by if he moves against you and your siblings. At the very least, I shall try.”
Was this mere encouragement? She did not trust it fully, yet she was grateful.
“…It is still comforting to hear those words.”
No matter how hard she thought, Tanah could not comprehend the wise man. Her mind might understand at a glance, but her heart never could. Yet when it came time to part, the emptiness was real.
“You seem the strangest of all the humans I have known.”
“Perhaps.”
“Then farewell. I hope you achieve everything you desire.”
Tanah bid him farewell with perfect courtesy.
***
“So? It failed again, did it?”
Three sisters stood bowed before the colossal figure on the throne, trembling.
The man was handsome in the way most gods were—striking, charismatic, utterly magnetic.
Those who knew him called him the God of Lust, **Marapapayas**.
“So it is. Failed…”
Marah smiled softly. The smile was identical to Tanah’s.
Yet his daughters’ faces remained stiff.
“Then, my beloved daughters, to whom do you believe the fault belongs?”
“It is my fault, Father. I misplanned the strategy…”
**Thud.**
Marah had stepped forward and kicked Tanah in the foot.
“Kkuk! Cugh…”
“Then you must accept the consequences.”
“Yes… yes…”
Marah seized Tanah’s hair and yanked her head up.
He struck her cheeks again and again.
Her lips split, her mouth filled with blood and broken teeth, yet he did not stop.
“Big sister…”
“Stay still!”
Laga rose to intervene, but Arathi stopped her.
They could not afford to anger their father. Worse, Marah’s “punishment” had only just begun.
“A useless, big-breasted slut who can’t even seduce a single man, and she still fails?”
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
“These oversized breasts are nothing but decorations, are they?”
“Aaaah!”
Marah tore Tanah’s clothes and seized one nipple, yanking it viciously.
Not gentle affection. Flesh tore. Blood dripped.
“Does it hurt? Is that a whimper I hear?”
Marah dropped her onto the floor like a used toy.
Then he kicked her like an animal—**thud, thud, thud**—until bones cracked. He did not stop.
Tanah hated her own resilient body in that moment.
“Huu…”
“Aaah…”
“Lie down.”
Tanah obeyed without question. She folded herself as he commanded, lifting her hips.
Marah pulled down his trousers and thrust into her without ceremony.
*Schlurp.*
“Tanah, you have such a tight little cunt, and you still can’t seduce a single man? Do you think that makes sense?”
“Ugh… ahh… I’m sorry!”
“Sorry does not fix everything, does it? Why do you keep disappointing me, my daughter?!”
Every thrust made her belly ache. Her untouched maidenhood tore, blood flowing freely.
“I even pierced your hymen for you personally, and this is how you repay me? Do you wish to become like your other sisters and brother?”
“Ugh… ah, no! I’m sorry, Father! Just give me one more chance…”
**Thud.**
Marah gripped her hair and slammed her face into the ground. Tanah’s forehead split, blood spilling.
“Your only words are now ‘sorry.’ Have I not taught you how to seduce a man? Shall I start over from the beginning?”
“Ah… aaaah…”
Breathing ragged, Tanah forced the most seductive moans she could manage.
*It’s fine. I’ve done this before.*
She had to satisfy her father here. If she failed…
“Tanah. Have you found someone you like?”
“Eh?”
Suddenly a lover? Of course Marah was not interested in her daughter’s love life for that reason.
No. A far simpler motive.
“Your whimpers are unsatisfactory. A woman who usually knows what she’s doing suddenly has a lover and turns into this?”
Tanah tried to protest, but the words would not come. In her mind, the wise man’s face appeared instead.
*No, that’s strange. Why him, of all people…*
He was merely a target to be eliminated. A selfish, distant man who avoided responsibility, who showed no interest in anything outside his own life. Why did his face keep surfacing?
“Oh dear. You look utterly bewildered. Your face says everything. You’re searching for a reason in love. How pitiful.”
“Kkuk?!”
Marah squeezed her throat.
Gods did not die from lack of breath, but he tightened until she gasped. Instinctively her hips bucked.
“Crgh! You’re still so tight. You’re still my daughter.”
After he finished, he flung Tanah aside like a broken toy. Semen leaked from between her thighs.
The other sisters had thought the punishment was over. They were wrong.
“Everyone. Take turns with this whore.”
Marah ordered his subordinates to rape his daughter.
They did not hesitate. They circled Tanah and forced themselves on her.
*It’s fine. I can endure. I’ve done this with many before.*
Tanah braced herself against the blood, knowing how cruel her father’s slaves could be. She had to move, had to guide their rhythm.
“Ahh!!”
Laga screamed when the others brought whips and chains.
She glanced at her father. He watched with indifference. Perhaps he even encouraged them.
*If I don’t stop this, big sister will be ruined.*
How many siblings had broken or vanished under their father’s madness?
He was insane.
*What do I do?*
Laga looked at Arathi beside her. Arathi trembled, helpless.
“I can’t watch anymore!!”
Laga turned away and vanished through the portal.
“Our youngest daughter is spoiled. We’ve been too lenient. When she returns, she needs proper discipline.”
Marah muttered softly.
Arathi heard and scolded her foolish sister.
*Idiot. You don’t know Father’s temper.*
**Crack!**
The whip cracked. Arathi turned.
The scene was exactly as expected.
The subordinates were trying to cram every inch of their cocks into every hole—mouth, ass, cunt.
It was already ugly, but the punches, the choking, the skin tearing and bleeding made it torture.
To Arathi it was pure agony.
Her brows furrowed, bile rising, yet her father laughed and kept thrusting harder.
*What is so entertaining about this?*
Scary.
Arathi wanted to flee like her brother had.
“Wait!”
Marah suddenly tossed one of his daughters a dagger.
“Stick this in her ass.”
Marah’s next words were pure horror.
“Father, please, no…”
Tanah begged, but a meaty hand clamped her mouth.
One subordinate raised the dagger, the blade gleaming.
“Mmph! Mmmph!!”
Tanah struggled, but the others pinned her limbs.
The cold blade pressed against her.
“…Disgusting.”
Suddenly all the subordinates flew backward. The dagger-wielder dropped it and rolled.
“Eh… a…”
Am I dreaming?
Looking at the wise man who had just appeared, Tanah wondered if she had fallen into hallucination. It was too absurd, yet exactly what she needed.
“Are you all right?”
“Ah… how did you get here?”
“I was summoned by your brother.”
“Big sister, are you okay?”
Laga, who had just fled, looked down at her with tears streaming.
**
Absolute Defense
**
Tanah’s body shimmered with golden light. The dagger-wielder froze mid-stab. All the subordinates were blasted away like toys.
Marah’s eyes widened. His smile never reached them.
“You… dare touch what is mine?”
The air around Tanah crackled with divine power. No one dared move.
Marah’s voice trembled with rage.
**
"You have touched what belongs to the God of Lust."
"Prepare to face the wrath of the heavens."
**
The three sisters stared in stunned silence. Tanah’s heart pounded with mixed terror and relief.
The wise man stood calmly, as if he had expected this all along. A faint, melancholic smile touched his lips.
“Shall we begin?”