Gods' Space
Unlike the lower goddesses who huddled together in a dormitory-like space, mid-tier goddesses were granted their own private domains. This wasn't because the highest goddess, Ilisia, intended to discriminate based on rank. It was simply a way to show proper respect to the mid-tier ones.
In theory, for the sake of efficiency, they could have crammed all the goddesses into one big space and called it a day. But lower goddesses handled specific territories—like a single kingdom—and dealt with the nitty-gritty details from a distance. Mid-tier goddesses, on the other hand, needed insight into the bigger picture: the surface world, the demon realms, other dimensions, and so on (not Earth, of course). That kind of crammed knowledge came with immense stress. So, giving them generous personal space made perfect sense.
One such mid-tier goddess's private domain featured a well-manicured lawn dotted with a stately medieval-style building. Its elegant exterior was matched inside by bright marble stairs that enhanced the sophisticated atmosphere. And from a second-floor room connected to those stairs came a small voice…
"What, you still don't get it?"
"S-sorry, Isis. I'll focus."
"Sigh… Fine, I'll explain again. Listen carefully. We don't meddle in human wars on a whim, but there are exceptions. First, anything involving the demon realms… And then…"
Luis, the lower goddess with flowing golden hair, a petite frame, and an adorably compact figure, was groveling before the goddess in front of her, maintaining a low posture. As she'd just said, the goddess's name was Isis—and the fact that the normally proud Luis was acting this way said it all about their rank difference.
Isis had jet-black short hair brushing just past her shoulders, soft curves with perky, stylish breasts, and instead of the standard white robes the lower goddesses wore, she'd customized a sky-blue fabric to her own tastes.
"And here's another exception—for example…"
"Y-yes… Yes…"
Luis was currently in Isis's private domain, receiving instruction on mid-tier goddess duties and essential knowledge. Ilisia herself had assigned Isis as her tutor. For a lower goddess like Luis to get this training already meant her turn for promotion was approaching.
Of course, no one knew if the handover would take months or years… It had started sooner than expected, leaving Luis a bit flustered, but she nodded vigorously, trying to absorb every word from Isis.
It's a bit nitpicky, but not that hard… Why can't I focus? Ugh, I should've just gone to bed yesterday.
Luis let out a quiet sigh, then widened her eyes— as if to banish the faint dark circles under them—and refocused on Isis.
Lately, Luis had been feeling unusually sluggish, both body and mind. Her voyeuristic sessions watching her proxy via the space mirror had ramped up her masturbation frequency dramatically. And even though Raoul wasn't her type—the sharp-featured hunk she usually went for—this was intense. In fact, it was opening her eyes to some weird new tastes she'd never considered.
It started with Cecilia's tantalizing lewdness, making her nosebleed alone. Then, when she'd relax in her room and feel that itch down there, she'd think, 'I wonder if he's…' and sneak a peek in the mirror. Sure enough, Raoul was always up to his perverse antics, banging away.
Her eyes would glue to it, and before she knew it, she'd be panting, "Nngh… Ahh…" squirming on her bed. Last night, despite her exhaustion, she'd debated sleeping but caved to desire, pulling out her space mirror to check.
And wouldn't you know it—that was the night Raoul had promised his first orgy with twenty nuns. The whole dorm buzzed with anticipation for the filthy porn show. The sheer immorality of it—something unthinkable in the human world—was just the start. Once it kicked off, screams of "Kyaa, kyaaa♥!" echoed from every room, making it impossible to ignore.
She'd authorized the other goddesses to peep via their own mirrors, and this was the result. Peeking alone, Luis was hit with the sight of a dozen-plus bodies writhing in obscene ecstasy… Her body shivered at the shock, but her hand slipped into her panties unconsciously.
"…Hah."
Isis, teaching the hollow-eyed Luis, narrowed her eyes and glared.
"That's it for today. You're not even listening—it'd just hurt my mouth more. I heard you were some diligent prodigy, but this? You're not taking this seriously, are you?"
Isis's cold sneer might have irked anyone, but Luis was off her game from poor self-care—and she knew Isis's icy personality well enough to just take it quietly.
"…Sorry."
"And why are your eyes so droopy? Up late doing what? Oh, right…"
Brushing back her black bob touching her shoulders, Isis smirked at the bowed Luis, as if something clicked.
"His name's Raoul, right?"
"Y-yes…?"
Luis couldn't hide her fluster at her proxy's earthly name dropping so casually.
"No need to freak out. We have eyes and ears—we know. A cute boy a bit shorter than you… Right?"
"Y-yes, that's right…"
"Oh? So it's true. You snag your first proxy and turn him into that. Heh heh… What, healing your tired soul by watching a cute pet? Adorable idea, kid."
"…………"
Luis barely suppressed a cold sweat. She couldn't gauge how much the mid-tiers knew. When she'd pitched that ridiculous "human reproduction research" to Ilisia, she'd worried about leaks—but Ilisia's tight-lipped nature held. Besides, tracking another goddess's proxy without permission violated rules, and busy mid-tiers wouldn't waste time snooping. They just picked up scraps.
Cute pet observation, huh…
Luis felt a pang of guilt. She couldn't exactly say, "No, I jerk off for nearly an hour every night to shota-on-milf sex…" Normal people would think like Isis. But Luis was using her fragile boy as a fucktoy and sharing the footage with her peers—a total lunatic move.
"You're hilarious, though. Ilisia gives you special treatment, and suddenly you're untouchable?"
"Th-that's… It was from accumulated merits…"
"Yeah, I know. Stellar performance got you proxy rights like us. That's not it. …He's a boy, even if young?"
"Y-yes…"
Luis wasn't dumb—she got the point. From Ilisia down, there was this vibe. Did Ilisia hate men? Or was it just efficiency, dragging only goddesses to this isekai? They could guess their boss's leanings. Mid-tiers had their own hierarchy by tenure and results, so no one wanted to piss off Ilisia in the cutthroat game.
She radiated "let lust mess with work, and you're done," so no one picked male proxies. It became gospel: proxy = female. Luis broke it first…
Most mid-tiers saw her as a thorn.
"You think we're jokes?"
"N-no!"
"No? That bugs me too. Not laughing at us, but easy pickings?"
"M-misunderstanding…"
"Oh? Getting curt? Too lazy to answer?"
Stressed by the prodding, Luis nearly squeezed her eyes shut. She knew that'd spell doom—and they'd be stuck together awhile.
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"Jealous. Already prepping for promotion? Makes this big sis weep."
"Quit it, Kasia. It was hell. Sigh… I think Isis has it out for me…"
Back in the lower goddesses' massive dorm, post-lesson Luis lounged on a first-floor sofa, sipping hot tea.
"Could take years to promote. Seeing her face that long? Head's spinning already. …Infuriating."
Kasia shrugged across from her.
"Isis was never sociable anyway… Other mid-tiers wouldn't sing her praises either. She's too damn smart—annoying enough—and only one with a male proxy? You overreached."
"This was your idea!"
"Heh heh, sorry for teasing. Regrets?"
"…Regrets, but not like that."
Luis blinked her hollow eyes slowly. Kasia giggled at the dark circles, cheeks flushing as last night replayed.
"Yeah… Yesterday was no joke. Who knew it'd run from 7 PM to 4 AM? Insane. You saw it all, right, Luis?"
"I-I just peeked and turned it off. No idea."
Terrible actress.
Kasia grinned inwardly at her cute, dishonest peer.
"Speaking of, you're up soon too, right? Your record's solid."
"Maybe… But Maribi's there. We'll compete. Could go up together like you."
"…Maribi still parties with the others nightly, yet crushes performance? Monster stamina?"
"Maybe all that nightly sweat builds it? She exerts hard. Lesbo sesh—"
"No. Don't wanna know. Shut it."
Luis cut her off firmly, sipped, then tilted her head.
"But last time, in Maribi's turf, he ignored her and called you. She say nothing?"
"She knows it was Raoul's choice, not us plotting… Won't gripe at us. But her pride's scratched—probably mad at him."
"Oh? Chatting about me behind my back?"
"Maribi…"
Curly brown long hair framing her voluptuous, oozing-sexuality body, Maribi sidled up, plopping gracefully beside Kasia.
"Really not mad?"
"Honestly? A bit. Your proxy's cocky, right? The Pure White Faithful Society is basically my backyard."
Maribi beamed at Luis, but it only amped the unease.
"…Please don't mess with him. Things are chaotic enough."
"Why? Trouble?"
"Well…"
Luis, looking glum, relayed what Isis had dropped near her gate.
"Hmm… Could mess with your proxy, huh? Proxies fighting's fine—gods don't intervene. But he's still a fragile boy. What if they kill him?"
"Probably a 'behave' warning, but risk exists. Could thrash him good. Heard Isis's proxy's in Altirashi Duchy or Bahin Kingdom—not far from Glissen Kingdom. Anyway… Put personal feelings aside."
"Who you calling petty? Ugh, but letting it slide breeds bad habits… Oh, right—he's meeting Glissen's saintess soon. Perfect chance for my cute Pure White saintess to… Heh heh."
"………Don't do anything weird."
"Who, me? Nothing weird. You'll like it, though? Remember that guy always trailing my saintess? Won't last anyway. Time our pure girl learned some fun."
Maribi's eyes sparkled as she said it.