The First Night, The First Masturbation, The First Prey (4)
One of my biggest concerns when coming to a world populated only by women was my pathetic lack of dating skills. With men, I never needed them—I could just dress provocatively and act coy, and they’d fall for me on their own. I’d never actually had a real relationship in my life.
But here, I’m in the position where I have to seduce women, so I decided to use my divine powers to get a little help. This ability, which I’ve just dubbed the Divinity of the Divine Market, allows me to see any space or person I want, even if they’re far beyond my line of sight.
I acquired this power specifically to keep tabs on my prey. Well… I suppose you could call it stalking, but since I’m someone who died an unfair death, let’s just let it slide. Isn’t that why the Goddess of Purity granted me this power in the first place? Of course, I ended up using it for a purpose neither she nor I had anticipated on my first day in this world.
And so, right now, Yeoeun is visible on the TV screen in my room. I could have projected it into thin air, but that feels a bit awkward for me.
In her dark room, Yeoeun is lying in bed, scrolling through photos on her phone. She swipes past several until she stops on one, staring intently at a woman who looks just like her, though with a more mature, refined beauty. I suspect it’s her mother.
She’s the type of girl who gets teary-eyed calling a store-bought meal "home-cooked." The food is just a medium; perhaps she’s just desperately missing her mother. Just as I wonder if her mother might have passed away, she closes the photo app, opens her contacts, and hesitates over the call button for the number saved as "Mom♥."
I figure she’s either hesitating because it’s too late to call, or because something happened between them. Or perhaps her mother really is gone, and she’s just staring at the contact info in longing.
—No… not yet.
Yeoeun mutters in a low voice and buries her face in her pillow. Since she realizes it’s late and decides to call later, it’s unlikely she’s just staring at the number out of pure longing, so I rule out the possibility that her mother is dead.
Yeoeun opens the photo album again, gazing at pictures of her mother—or photos they took together—with eyes full of yearning, before drifting off to sleep.
Until a moment ago, I had planned to go see Eleanor once Yeoeun fell asleep. I wanted to vent the lust Yeoeun had stirred up in me onto the goddess who owed me for my death. But after seeing Yeoeun’s expression before she fell asleep, that desire vanished.
I stop watching Yeoeun, lie down to sleep myself, and mutter to myself.
"Just wait a little longer. We’ll both feel so good. So good that you won’t even be able to think about anything else."
It was three days later that Yeoeun finally gathered the courage to call her mother.
—Oh, is that you, Yeoeun? How’s work? Is life in Seoul manageable?
Her mother greeted her voice with the usual warmth. With affection for her daughter hidden in plain sight, as if nothing had ever happened.
Yeoeun hated her mother for that.
She had attended a nearby university just to be with her mother. She had dreamed of a life where the two of them would always be together. It was her mother who had sent her off to Seoul.
She understands that from her mother’s perspective, she had no choice. She probably thinks her daughter’s affection for her is twisted.
But, it’s Mom’s fault.
How could you… bring another woman into our own private space? When I was right there in the house, how could you kiss that bitch and tangle your tongues together?
That was why she had kissed her mother so violently. She wanted to erase the traces of the bitch who had defiled her mother’s mouth, to fill her instead with herself.
She still remembers her mother’s face, stained with shock and confusion, as she pulled away without even thinking to wipe the thin thread of saliva trailing between them.
"Yeah, it’s a bit lonely without you, Mom… No, it’s a lot lonely."
On the other end of the line, her mother was silent.
Are you happy now that you’ve kicked me out and are sucking and licking that bitch?
She struggled to hold back the words she wanted to ask.
"But… Mom, you might have been right."
It seems we’ve spent too long just the two of us. It’s probably better for you to be independent now.
Even then, her mother had spoken as if nothing were wrong, as if that was just how things were supposed to be. It hurt so much, and she hated it so much, that she could only nod.
She was a monster blinded by jealousy. Even if it was her mother and that bitch who had awakened the monster inside her, even if she realized that she harbored feelings for her mother that she shouldn't have—feelings that were sparked because her mother brought that woman home—the facts remained unchanged.
"It’s true… I’m still so lonely… I miss you, Mom… But… I think I might be okay."
Learning the ropes at work and adapting allowed her to set aside the thoughts of the mother she both hated and missed, and the self-loathing she felt for being such a disgusting person. But whenever she fell asleep alone in her studio apartment, the image of that woman and her mother exploring each other’s mouths would rise up, filling her with rage, followed by the memory of her mother’s shocked face from her violent kiss, leaving her trembling with guilt.
Since the rent was too high anyway and she was planning to move, she looked into sharehouses, thinking it might be better to have someone around. That’s how she found the sharehouse Pellacio. And its owner, Sera, who was so incredibly kind.
Someone who looked just as lonely as she did, but unlike her, didn't seem to feel the need to hide it. That felt so strong, so cool. The time she spent with her gave her a sense of fulfillment she hadn't felt in a long time.
—Yes, my daughter. That’s how you grow.
But, she still hates her mother for speaking as if it were nothing. But she won’t let it show.
Afterward, they talked about work and the new house she would soon be moving into.
"Pellacio? That’s a pretty name. What does it mean?"
"Hmm… I’m not sure. What does it mean? I’ll ask her later."
She hadn’t told her about Sera yet. Being the spiteful person she was, she didn’t want to reveal to her mother that her loneliness had faded.
After ending the call with a sense of lingering regret, she took off her clothes to wash up. Her body felt a bit strange today.
Did my clitoris get bigger?
It had never happened before, but her clitoris was large enough that she could feel it brushing against her panties. It wasn't erect, though.
Well, it’ll be fine.
Sera watched Yeoeun head to the bathroom, dismissing the thought. Since she didn’t have the ability to read minds, she couldn’t know the specific feelings Yeoeun harbored toward her mother, but through what she had said on the phone, she could clearly feel Yeoeun’s longing and her deep, pervasive loneliness.
You were so lonely, my dear Yeoeun. Just wait a little longer. I’ll make sure you’re never lonely again.♡
The harvest wasn’t limited to that.
I had also confirmed that the physical transformation I’d been setting up in advance was proceeding perfectly. That was the exact reason I’d left a one-week gap before Yeoeun moved in. I had been working on her clitoris, causing it to gradually transform so that she wouldn’t suspect that I was the reason her penis was growing.
Of course, I didn’t intend to make her uncomfortable right away. It would just grow a little more in that state.
Because I need to be the one standing in front of that completed penis.
"You were here."
Eleanor’s voice came from behind me.
That’s right. I was currently in the Goddess’s realm, watching Yeoeun.
"I’ve been waiting, Goddess."
I, who had been sitting on the bed, slowly turned around. I couldn’t suppress the smile spreading across my face, eager to see her reaction.
"Are… are you wearing that?"
Yes, exactly!♡ That look of contempt she gives when she sees my fully erect penis. She really is such a turn-on of a goddess.♡
Having grown accustomed to the physical changes, I was now sporting a perfect penis, complete with a visible scrotum.
I slowly stroked my penis, making sure she saw it.
"That? What do you mean by 'that'?"
"Ugh…"
"What could you be talking about? I thought I taught you?"
"Do you really have to say it out loud?"
Is there a hint of annoyance in her tone? Oh, oh, looks like she needs a little more training.
"You see… I lost quite a lot because I was killed by your unicorn, didn't I?"
"Kuh…"
"A penis.♡ Those are the things I lost. Come on, say it, hurry up."
"A… penis…"
Hmm, she said it faster than last time. I’m a little disappointed she isn’t more embarrassed, but since she’s gotten used to it, shall we move on to the next step?
"So, what should you do? You have to comfort me, right? Hnnng…"
I speed up the hand stroking my penis up and down.
"Hurry up. Hnnn… Do you want me to have to comfort myself with my own hand?"
Eleanor’s look of contempt only deepens, but she can’t bring herself to approach.
"I don’t pee with my penis. I pee with this."
With my other hand, the one not stroking my penis, I use my index and middle fingers to spread my vagina.
"The pee hole is right here, so…"
*Squelch*—…
"Suck my penis.♡"
As I flashed a thoroughly lewd smile, Eleanor began to approach me, speaking in a low voice.
"You really are… incorrigible, you…"
The sheer pressure radiating from her cold, hardened face and heavy footsteps made me feel a little scared.
Ah, right. This woman is a goddess. When we first met, she was submissive because of her guilt, but now that I’ve given her powers and filled her pockets with money, is she angry because I’ve been acting too cocky? Am I about to be punished with the wrath of a god?
Should I beg for forgiveness? Should I just go back?
In those few short moments as she approached, I was terrified, and my penis was starting to shrink.
But Eleanor, having reached me, lifted her leg,
*Thud*—.
And gently stepped on my penis, which had been on the verge of shrinking.♡
"Hnnng…"
My penis twitched and stood up even stiffer than before.♡ While a sticky, viscous fluid dripped from the hole.