Sexfight Prologue
The absolute being who dictates the flow of celestial bodies and the laws of physics. The gardener who tends to the world with beauty. The potter of fate who tags every soul in the world with an aptitude label, shaping each one's purpose. That's the image of the gods taught by common sense—mysterious, grand, dignified.
"They watch us at all times, so don't scorn them—show respect." That's the concept of the gods the elders drilled into us until their mouths wore out.
But the supreme existence that parted the veil of mystery—which I'd thought would never open for a mere mortal like me—and revealed itself was...
I knew it. Vulgar as hell. It demanded something way too crass for the sensibilities of an ordinary guy like me. Unless you're some impotent perverted noble or the sleazy lord of a pleasure den stained with bad tastes, can a god really be this flippant? I had to ask.
I'd never been hired for this kind of service as a porter.
"Do we really have to do it like this?"
'What the fuck is this shit?'
"I don't know whether to answer your words or your expression first. So I'll answer both at once. Yes, it's necessary. 'Proxy Declaration.'"
In other words, Mitra had declared through his proxy—me—that everything the Succubus Queen did from now on in the Dragon's Nest was guaranteed by Mitra himself as just, and no other god could interfere. Of course, the gods could object to Mitra, calling it bullshit. If they were willing to clash with him in divine territory, risk their cathedrals burning at the hands of his followers, and see their own devotees harmed.
Gods cherish their saints who love them. Few gods want to go up against the great sun god, and even fewer crave the sight of their followers' blood.
But I, to whom the goddess of lust Ishtar had promised to grant a wish, seemed to be treated like a proxy subject myself. And apparently, the Succubus Queen Lilith we'd been facing was originally a familiar of Goddess Ishtar long ago.
That created a tiny crack in the situation. The goddess could intervene briefly by putting me forward as her proxy.
She couldn't stop "everything the Succubus Queen does in the Dragon's Nest." But she could force the succubus to regurgitate the essence she'd absorbed in Bitsurk, stripping her power to torment the dragons further, and expel her from Nidroga's body by force.
If I won.
In the "match" between me and Lilith, now pieces on the gods' chessboard.
But the method the goddess proposed was that unfamiliar term: sexfight. My head spun the moment I heard it. Like peering into an abyss I shouldn't know.
Sex in front, fight in back. I couldn't find any gentle connection between them until the goddess explained, and only then did I barely understand—and relax a bit.
"We count the number of orgasms. The one who cums more loses."
In short, it wasn't much different from the sticky tangles Esen and I sometimes got into, teasing each other about how many times we'd gone so far.
I'd thought maybe we'd have to whip each other or something. One worry down...
Fuck that—one worry down my ass. It was still embarrassing as hell.
"Is there really no other way besides this... sexfight thing?"
"...I thought you'd stay cautious forever, but lose your composure once and now you're talking back like a pro. What kind of god do you think helps mortals like this? Order? Harmony? Lazy, warm, safe, sensible, boring daily life? The last one's what I crave most, but sadly, the goddess saving our asses doesn't seem to love boredom."
She looked thrilled beyond endurance, chin propped on the table, staring at us.
Here, "us" didn't mean Esen, the sisters, Bilena, Morgan, or the twins.
It was Nidroga.
Drawn by an invisible hand, she'd finished her bath, slathered on moisturizer, wrapped herself in a few white towels, knelt before me sweating bullets.
More precisely, the Succubus Queen possessing that body.
According to the goddess of lust, Nidroga had lost control of her body. She was trapped inside like a prisoner, unable to move.
I kept reminding myself of that. Otherwise, I'd keep staring.
Even as a porter by birth, I'd tried not to ogle. Nidroga wouldn't want her stolen body leered at with shady eyes.
Like those horns uncommon for ordinary folk, or the red scales wrapping her like lingerie—they looked less scary or alien and more like royal ornaments on her noble, beautiful face. Or how her cool proportions, inherited from her mother, made her seem tall at a glance, but she was Bilena-sized compared to Esen, creating that alluring gap. Or how the sun-tanned skin highlighted her sharp contours nicely. Or her long legs making her seated height seem petite. Or her lean, supple frame without an ounce of fat, abs casting vertical shadows. Or how droplets—leftover moisture or nervous sweat?—beaded on every curve from shoulders to thighs, accentuating fresh, healthy vitality like morning dew on leaves or a wet glass.
I shouldn't gaze at those with lustful eyes—
"You're already ogling her full-on like a beast in heat, you fucker."
"W-what'd you say?"
"...Why are you freaking out? This body I'm borrowing isn't yours anyway. The one who should be grossed out is someone else."
Lilith, the Succubus Queen, flinched at my words and tugged her towel tighter—did she even know shame?
I tried to seethe at the succubus treating the stolen body like her own, but failed.
Clutching the fabric over her crotch exposed the clear curve from hips to ankles, messing with my head. The porter's most impure part stood honest and tall.
Gasps rose from the party members turned audience.
"What the hell is that? A sword? Now I'm curious what's under that porter's waist towel—"
"That's sexual harassment. I apologize sincerely."
"Shh, porters have rights too... but that's kinda scary."
"Scary? Once you unwrap it, it's sturdy, majestic, and kinda cute in its own way."
"...How would you know that, little sister Esen?"
Their hopeless banter made my vision blur. Shouldn't have listened.
These were the same folks who'd saved my life in the last fight, but suddenly I thought comrades were useless.
"Fuck. At least Nidroga can't see or hear this mess—"
"I can hear everything. Even you mumbling about appreciating my body. I get your assumptions. But Nidroga isn't asleep with her consciousness stolen. Her thoughts and senses are fully alive—she's just having her body hijacked."
"Not a relief then. Fuck, how terrifying is this—"
"Scared? Well, she hates admitting it, but yeah. But she's also a little excited. Truth is, since I subtly egged her on last time, she's been fantasizing concretely about losing her virginity to you."
"W-what?!"
I whipped around to the "audience" in shock—and grimaced.
Unlike me, they looked utterly relaxed. No trace of the bloody battle thirty minutes ago.
Grateful for the blankets the goddess conjured from thin air with "get comfy," they'd each found their ideal pose: sprawled, prone, or casually seated.
What the hell were they so comfy watching? Enjoying yourselves much?
I almost told Esen to close her legs, but held back. She'd already sensed my nagging and flipped me the bird.
The only one losing her cool was Nenya. The party's elf mage wore a dubious expression, like questioning what she'd just heard.
"Egged on...? Fantasizing...? Excited...?"
"Honestly, I'm as shocked as Nenya. What the hell happened behind our backs? Did the porter confess to Nidroga? Or vice versa? Anyone know?"
Reni, who'd dug snacks from my backpack, tossed cookies to the party while asking eagerly.
Monica sister pondered how to respond, then took a cookie to the forehead, rubbed her crumb-dusted brow, and pursed her lips.
"...Well, you see..."
"Monica sis saw you and porter doing it. Bilena saw you and Monica sis. Nidroga saw you and Bilena. Nidroga wants in too. Got it?"
Reni dropped her snack bag mid-bite. The sister sighed.
"...A crystal-clear explanation, Esen. I was wondering if it was wise to say."
"What's wrong? They'll find out eventually. Better seal lips while the goddess is here, right?"
"Good point. That kid adapts fast—love it."
"G-Goddess Ishtar. Was what I just heard true—"
"Fact. You've been keeping the porter's secret at our hero comrade's request, right? Without spilling he's a man. But you didn't expect him making secret trysts behind your back."
"Fuck..."
Nenya, finally learning delinquent Tan Bantai's true nature, glared at me like trash.
I nodded in rough agreement and turned back. But facing front was just as awkward.
Lilith stared like she wanted to kill me.
"You... you. So if you win, I escape this mess."
As Lilith clenched her fists aggressively, the goddess noted lowly.
"Forgot the rules, Lilith? What do I always tell participants when I host these 'matches' my way?"
Lilith bit her lip, unclenched, and gripped her knees to hide the trembling.
The goddess smirked, face like the sister's.
"Newbie here, so recap from the start. Time limit: one night, exactly eight hours from now. No violence. No magic, hypnosis, drugs, or cheats beyond pure caressing and sex. No deliberately disgusting your opponent. That counts as forfeit—match ends in their win. Got it?"
...I don't know magic, hypnosis, or drugs anyway. I'm not some novel porter. But it didn't feel aimed at me. Lilith looked pissed.
Succubi enchant men with illusions, right? Maybe I had a shot.
Bilena, fidgeting under the goddess's gaze, poked prone Morgan. Morgan perked her ear curiously, heard the whisper, and shot up her hand in admiration.
"Question, Goddess!"
"Permission granted, navigator."
"Thanks! If it's a tie after eight hours, what happens?"
God. Valid, but god.
"Good question. Judges score who melted more for decision."
"Judges...?"
"Hmm. Kids are busy gathering essence today... Monica, you'll sub for your sisters. Come up."
The goddess summoned two chairs from air, set them at the table, beckoned flinching Monica sister.
"M-me? Can I judge that well...?"
"You've enjoyed Tan Bantai the most times."
As Nenya whipped around in shock, sister plopped down and buried her flushed face in the table.
"Don't say it so loud...!"
"Oh, really."
Esen smacked her lips, glaring at me. I sadly glared at the overhead light.
"Guess I ate less. Monica sis better, huh, porter?"
"By female pleasure count, you're five behind, Esen Taiga. Wanna judge?"
Esen, refusing to lose, eyed sister haughtily and took judge seat. Sister now hid cheeks too, mortified.
The succubus, eyeing the farce, startled realizing and protested.
"All your friends!"
"...Making friends is strategy too."
"What the fuck, you psycho!"
"Scared?"
I was. Bluffing to not lose momentum, but two reasons terrified me.
One: Even without illusions, could a plain human beat a succubus? If she toppled a kingdom, how?
Two: Fuck. Nidroga's body alluring, sure, but inside was the venomous bitch who nearly killed us. No way—
"Change perspective. Whose face is in front of you?"
"...Nidroga."
"Goddess said senses intact, so she'll feel it all inside. Right?"
Bilena's whisper tempted me suddenly.
"Don't hesitate. Nidroga was super into you."
"But her first time while unable to control her body—"
"Yeah, first time. Even strong girls like Nidroga want it perfect. Gonna ruin her one-and-only?"
Lightning struck my head.
Bilena whispered conspiratorially to my bowed head.
"What'd you tell me that day, Tan Bantai?"
"...No bad memories, I'd do my best."
"Do that. Take care of my friend."
I looked up, glaring at the succubus—no, Nidroga.
Lilith in Nidroga's body recoiled, muttering.
"Th-this guy's eyes got weird."
"Nidroga, I know you're hearing inside."
I'm a porter. Branded with lowly aptitude. So I control myself harsher than others.
Can't eye party members impurely, can't spark sex scandals.
Believed that.
But I'm also a porter. One who bears loads.
Today, heavy duty for one comrade: Save Nidroga's kin, and ensure this body-snatched day doesn't nightmare her virginity.
"You bragged once. Wondered how tasty, wanna taste a bite."
"D-don't come closer, asshole!"
"Dunno joke from truth, but hope more truth. 'Cause I'm feeling it now."
"Stay back!"
I grab her pushing wrists. Trust the big cushion under our knees, lay her down, pin.
Lilith tries resisting with Nidroga's body, but tough. Power nerfed to my level for fair match.
Holding, staring into eyes long. She averts, twitches, realizes.
This moment, just a female.
"Taking a bite."