The Goddesses' Heated Debate on My Flesh
The goddesses continued their fervent debate about my physical form. Charm points, fetishes, scenario setups—you name it. It was a full-blown storm of thirty-seven raging goddesses.
But ultimately, the body and backstory had to be considered separately. The latter was just a projection of the goddesses' own desires, after all. The real core was my appearance.
I had my own ideal body type in mind, of course. I'd always envied the physique of that famous bodybuilder and actor, Arnold, in his Conan the Barbarian days. People tend to covet what they lack, right? I'd indulged in plenty of old-school fantasies about rampaging across battlefields with a hyper-macho body. It probably appealed because it let me embody that ultimate alpha-male personality too. Barbarian! Massive cock! Booze and babes! How perfect is that?
"Everyone, calm down! Ugh... This is gonna take years at this rate."
Kasia sighed wearily, her legs crossed.
"Wait... what's that?"
One goddess had brought over some kind of strange book, and now the others were crowding around it, whispering excitedly. That piqued Luis's curiosity; she stood and headed over.
Luis shoved her face into the circle of goddesses to see what was up.
"Oh, Luis. Wanna take a look?"
"Th-there's... something like this?"
What the hell?
"Heh. A few of us worked hard on this just for today."
"...Can I show it to the kids over there first?"
"Sure. But don't rip it, okay?"
Luis grabbed a copy of the book and slipped out from the crowd. She sat back down and flipped it open.
Everyone nearby, including me, zeroed in on the book in her hands.
Wh-what is this?
The pages were filled with neatly arranged illustrations. Nudes... nudes. Nothing but naked men filled my vision. Every age group, every hairstyle. Every face shape. It was a goddamn encyclopedia of dudes. The quality put those hair reference books at the salon to shame.
Each image had detailed annotations. The page Luis had open was categorized by muscle mass and form.
"Wh-whoa... wow. This is incredible. How did you even make this?"
"Th-this guy's dick is huge..."
"........."
The goddesses stared holes through the drawings, gasping in awe. I had to admit, purely objectively, it was impressive. Perverted as hell, but impressive.
"Ah..."
Luis suddenly flinched and stopped turning the pages. She started scrutinizing one image intently.
Curious about the theme, I checked it out. The category label in the top left read: Men You Want to Dominate: Ideal Types Special.
The guys in these drawings were mostly in their twenties or thirties. The one Luis was fixated on depicted a sharp-featured young man—not overly bulky, but with finely chiseled, battle-ready muscles.
I read the caption next to it with my eyes.
'Body perfect for the master type♥︎ Beg him for spanking or pet play. But imagine if he's usually rough, yet sometimes strokes you gently like he's worried? That's the ultimate gap moe point!!!!♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎'
...What the hell is this dripping-with-lust annotation?
Kasia, sitting beside me, smirked as she watched Luis glued to the image. She'd sniffed out her type—plenty of teasing ammo from here on out.
"Kasia, what do you think? We put a lot of work into it, right?"
The goddess who'd talked to Luis earlier approached us.
"'A lot' doesn't even cover it."
"Heehee."
"But there's a problem."
The goddesses nearby chimed in abruptly.
"Something wrong?"
"No, it's not that... "
They tilted their heads, looking troubled.
"...Seeing this just makes it harder to choose. I like this one, but that one's great too..."
"...Right?"
"It's a shame we can only pick one..."
"............"
While they chatted, Luis kept her nose buried in the book. At least she'd zeroed in on one. The illustrations really highlighted each body's appeal, which seemed to be giving the goddesses decision paralysis. Like going to a buffet and being told to pick just one dish.
"Hmm. Fair enough. Wasn't intentional, though."
The goddess scratched her neck sheepishly.
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The meeting dragged on in parallel lines. People's tastes vary wildly—you might bond over one thing with a "Hey, me too!" but clash on another with a stern "No way." Unless they're identical twins, no one likes exactly the same type perfectly.
The goddesses were at a loss for how to compromise. Could they reach a dramatic consensus?
As the talks stalled, moderator Kasia drew her blade—metaphorically.
"Okay~!!! Everyone, focus!"
She clapped sharply, rallying attention again.
"You've all felt it. This'll never end at this rate. Voting now would just be a bunch of 1s... 1s... until someone lucks into a 2 and we call it. But that's not what anyone wants, right?"
I nodded unconsciously along with the goddesses. Unlikely as it was, one troll vote could doom me to eternal ugly dwarf life!
"Too many options make it impossible. Best to go standard in cases like this. Let's find the middle ground."
The goddesses murmured "Hmm..." and nodded. They had no better ideas.
Under Kasia's lead, the pruning began. Geriatric tastes got the chop. Barbarian dreams too.
Arnold, no...! Don't go!
A few ruthless cuts later, they'd settled on a standard in under ten minutes. One goddess projected a holographic nude male in the center—like divine power at work.
It resembled the drawing Luis had been eyeing: a handsome young man. The difference? The drawing looked too sadistic; this one was just sharply handsome for an average guy. And between his legs hung an impressive tool, even flaccid—not grotesquely huge, though.
Is that the type? Guess we'll all get leashed and paraded around.
I glanced at Luis beside me, lost in such idle thoughts. She stared at the center hologram, fists clenched lightly on her knees. A vibe of 'Nailed it' and 'Dodged a bullet'. Adorable.
"Can we do better than this? I think it's the best compromise."
Most nodded as Kasia wrapped it up.
"Hold on. Kasia."
"Huh? What, Lurien?"
"Can we talk one more time?"
Leading the charge was the goddess just called Lurien, backed by four others.
"The pretty boy's out, but give us one more shot. We can explain."
Kasia gestured for them to go ahead, and Lurien launched in.
"Sure, that handsome guy's the standard. But aren't we forgetting something crucial? This skips straight past the childhood phase. No chance at all feels too cruel. Morally, starting from the beginning makes sense over mid-respawn. And it's not permanent—just age him down a few years."
"Hmm..."
"True... but..."
The room's reaction was lukewarm. Excluding those five up front, most preferred guys my age. With goddesses already on the edge of heat, would they wait years for that?
I didn't think so.
As no one backed her, Lurien panicked.
"Th-think about it! No chance to see it at all? Aren't you curious?"
"...Not really."
"Even so, kids are... kinda off, right?"
"Isn't that a sickness?"
Negative jabs flew from every direction, the lobby buzzing. Lurien's face drained pale. Rage and shame made her lips quiver.
Whoa. 360-degree roast—I thought that was manga stuff. I'd be traumatized hikikomori by now. Could Lurien hold?
"Y-you guys don't even know what really gets you off!! Th-the innocent boy who thought older sis and mom would stay pure forever, jerking off for the first time, gradually turning manly, that subtle vibe making them aware as man and woman, the sudden attitude shift leaving him lonely so he acts tough but one night... hngh...!"
"Lu-Lu-Lurien, breathe!"
She broke. Lurien shattered, her allies hauling her back amid sobs.
Kasia sighed lightly, regaining control.
"...I get it, but majority rules. Lurien, maybe open your eyes to other tastes this time."
"...Hic..."
Lurien failed amid the barrage. Double tragedy...
"Alright, final topic."
Finally?
"What should we do about Lee Ha-jin's divine power?"
Divine power. The alpha and omega.
"Just to clarify, we're basing this on the pre-agreed hypnosis ability. Nothing overkill— it'd guzzle divine power we don't need to waste. We're not making a hero or archmage here, right?"
"Yeah."
Maribi picked up.
"Using hypnosis to set up situations is solid. The question is strength."
True. Balance is key.
Personally, I'd love max-potency hypnosis. But that risks spamming it unconsciously, skipping buildup for instant gratification. Plot goes: hypnosis-corruption. Hypnosis-corruption. Dull as dirt.
The goddesses aimed to avoid that.
Opinions varied, but they leaned conservative. New to this, wary of burning divine power—which factored into mid-god promotion.
Maribi proposed: "How about once a day max? Single target. And ask Lee Ha-jin to avoid deep emotional hypnosis—no 'love me' or 'hate them' stuff."
"Sounds good. Thoughts?"
Kasia polled; nods all around. Give basics now, upgrade later.
Once a day? More than enough. Who knows—maybe group hypnosis later for my dreams.
"...Girls, wait."
A raspy voice: Lurien. Not dead after all?
"Other ideas, Lurien?"
"Let's deal."
"Deal?"
Her pitch: Their group covers over half the divine power cost for a younger body. They'd handle initial backstory too. In exchange, reconstitute to the planned adult form after a few months using their power.
Kasia and Luis looked stunned.
"...That committed? Reconstitution adds a century's worth of power."
"No can do. Gotta show you what really turns you on. Besides, Luis or Maribi'll hit mid-god first on merits. Our turns are far off."
"Works for me if you're covering it. Others?"
Reactions shifted. Half-plus power cost meant they'd fall behind in promotions—others fill the spots. Plus reversion later.
Quick mental math, and they agreed readily.
"If you can handle it, no issue."
"We keep our promise. But we set the initial backstory. Fair?"
"Done."
Two tries sealed the dramatic deal.
I... I am...!
The shota boy Lee Ha-jin of the Glissen Kingdom...!