The Three Goddesses of the Church of Lewd Wisdom
"Today's lesson ends here."
The stern-looking female professor closed her book and stepped down from the podium.
……Huh?
It's over?
Yawn.
I stretched with a big yawn.
Have I been too busy lately?
I'm sleepy.
From my meeting with the Constellation of Wisdom to taking down the research director.
And then crafting the next story mode for the game based on that tale.
I've been running nonstop.
No wonder I'm exhausted even after dozing through the entire class.
I still haven't added the content to properly punish that research director bastard….
There's a ton left to do for that update.
"But I want to revive the precious people of Lady Wisdom. Even if it's impossible, as long as there's a chance, I have to try."
Even without the erosion of the Abyss's Sins, if we leverage people's recognition, who knows.
With the God of Music's help, we poured in the best BGM too—a masterpiece.
I proudly call it the ultimate product for manifesting a miracle.
Sorry, Lady Constellation.
If this works, I'll make bank and buy you tons of snacks.
Of course.
Without being your apostle, I'm just a powerless commoner.
My dear Constellation, who permits me to wield your authority and divinity for my own greed.
As I chatted with my Constellation and packed my bag to leave the lecture hall—
"Hold up a sec."
A bespectacled man leaning against the wall stopped me.
"Pater."
Pater, the lowliest apostle of the Constellation of Wisdom.
He came for some 19+ doujinshi modeled after the Akashic Archive's curator, and ended up introducing me to the Constellation of Wisdom.
Why's he here?
"Doing well?"
"……Yeah, sure."
After meeting the Constellation of Wisdom, I'd rushed to weave her story into the game, so our last encounter ended vaguely.
"You don't look so hot."
"That so?"
Probably from all the all-nighters—dark circles heavy under my eyes.
I wouldn't look great to him.
"Nothing major. I came to talk about our Constellation."
"Lady Wisdom?"
Oh yeah, her constellation name changed.
Might be a big deal for her apostles.
Though even when the Demon God's name changed, the demons didn't notice.
"Yes. Didn't you seek some answer from her back then?"
Right, the initial reason I met her was suspecting she'd fallen to the sin of Lust.
In truth, she wasn't eroded by sin or a natural-born hentai—just using sexual urges as a defense mechanism against her grim misfortunes.
……That's all it was, right?
"From your expression, looks like you didn't get the answer you wanted."
"Yeah…… haha."
To be precise, yeah, I didn't get what I hoped for.
"Don't be too down. Even as her apostle, I've never spoken to her directly—not once."
"……What? Never? But you're an apostle."
"Indeed. Our Constellation is so great, possessing all knowledge of everything, that not just anyone can hear her voice at will. I only receive her will through the First Apostle."
Uh…… actually, back then she was holed up like a hikikomori, so she probably just relayed orders through her familiar subordinate instead of talking directly.
No, wait.
Directly hearing a god's voice could damage a human mind.
So maybe she chats via message windows like with me, a normal guy?
"What about Divine Words then?"
The constellation-specific [ ] windows.
Maybe she uses those for talk.
"No. Even Divine Words can't contain her great will."
"Ah……."
She was tormented by the research director's ghost back then, but never talking to her Constellation? Kinda pitiful.
"So don't despair. She's so exalted that getting an answer from her is harder than a dragon passing through a needle's eye."
Pater adjusted his glasses with what he thought was a cool expression.
He seemed even more pitiable.
"Don't worry. Someday, if I earn her recognition, I'll get that answer for you."
"Ah… thanks."
"Carry on then."
He flashed a grin, patted my shoulder, and walked off down the hall.
Maybe he came to console me, thinking I'd finally communed with a god only to leave empty-handed and depressed.
"……Guy's too nice. Poor bastard."
And his loyalty to his Constellation is no joke.
No, princess.
You're back to normal now—can't you at least send your apostles a constellation message?
Wisdom's Domain
Vmmm.
A cluster of small lights gathered.
Poof!
A blond boy emerged from within.
As he slowly opened his eyes—
"Prince!"
A purple-haired girl rushed out barefoot, like she'd bolted straight from bed.
Thud!
She dove into the boy's arms at full speed, knocking him back.
"Guh!"
"I missed you so much!"
Unlike her shut-in days, she'd used all sorts of knowledge and the First Apostle's help to doll herself up perfectly.
Dazed by her radiant beauty, the boy stared.
"Didn't you miss me, Prince?"
She tilted her head with a sad pout.
"N-no! Of course I did!"
"……Really?"
"Yes! Absolutely!"
"……You do like me after all!"
As she giggled, the boy sighed inwardly.
What a corny drama, but she'd suffered without proper love since childhood.
He figured he'd play along for her sake.
The watching constellations stirred briefly.
"Um…… Lady Constellation."
Puff.
The goddess puffed her cheeks and turned away stubbornly.
Her inflated face brimmed with resolve.
"……Princess?"
"Yesss♥ Did you call me, my prince?"
……Is this right?
Did I mess up the first button by getting swept up in the mood back then?
Calling her "princess" every time ain't easy.
Sweating bullets, the boy cautiously broached the main topic.
"Uh… any signs of revival yet?"
The biggest reason for weaving her tale into the game's story.
To resurrect her two precious test subjects.
Imprint the narrative deep in players' minds for recognition, aiming for revival.
Even without purification energy from sins—that was his gambit.
With her wisdom authority fully awakened, she knew all continental info.
If the two revived, she'd know instantly.
"……."
But her face hardened at his words, eyes glistening.
The boy clenched his fist, sighing in failure.
"……Sorry, Princess."
"No."
She turned to gaze somewhere in her domain.
"Remember when I said you're special, Prince?"
"……Yeah."
"You are special. Enough to pull off the impossible miracles."
Her sad eyes locked on him.
"Princess……."
"I believe in your miracles. So don't blame yourself. Your light will shine on us someday."
She hugged him tight.
Her revealing outfit let his head slip right into her soft cleavage.
Ignoring the constellation uproar, she savored the boy's feel in her arms.
The black-haired dream version was great, but this one's good too, Prince.
That long-awaited warm caress from her prince.
Ahh.
This
is what sex feels like.
Feels so good, sex.
……
……
……
Just moments ago, at the edge of Wisdom's domain where the girl had glanced—
"Our Chilchil's gotten soft."
"Ehehe. It's the Prince. Samsam would've done the same."
"But Samsam."
"Yeah?"
"That Prince… he's kinda hot, right? Like a fairy-tale prince."
"Sis… you plotting to steal Chilchil Sis's Prince? You promised to yield to the princess he saved."
"No, listen."
"Mhm."
"We were supposed to die and dissolve into the ritual materials, right?"
"Yeah."
"But here we are, alive and breathing."
"True."
"So maybe that Prince saved us?"
"……Sis is a genius?"
"I'm pretty smart."
"Then we can pounce on the Prince too while keeping our promise? Like sisters tag-teaming?"
"Nah. We're doing reverse gangbang. They call it 4P."
"Ooh."
While the goddess of Wisdom looked away, the newborn goddesses—breaths quickening—hatched a scheme that even her authority couldn't detect.