Chapter 154
Chapter 154
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 154
Chapter Title: Past Arc
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I got sucked into the fierce torrent of light that Ilesia had shown me once before.
When I came to, I was lying sideways on a familiar bed.
"Uh......"
Where is this?
Bella? Ilesia?
I sat up and checked my body, and that's when I understood what was happening.
This was inside my memory.
No, couldn't they just restore my memories right away? Do I have to relive it all by running around on my own two feet?
Ugh......
My memories were gradually coming back.
This was my house. A place so spacious it was too much for one person. Not a single corner felt luxurious.
If anything, it was a shabby, pathetic dwelling unfit even to be called a god's abode.
Clothes, socks, underwear scattered everywhere haphazardly......
It was a scene that blatantly screamed of a man living however the hell he pleased.
"I thought I was some great god......"
What a huge misunderstanding.
I should have realized it when Bella said she didn't know any god like me.
I was a 9th-class god.
The lowest of the low, barely worthy of the title.
That was my station.
I got up and reached out to tidy the clothes strewn across the floor.
But they stuck fast like old gum, refusing to budge.
"Grk!"
Even pulling with all my might like a tug-of-war did nothing.
Aha.
"......I can't do things that aren't in my memories. Right?"
Apparently, this god version of me had never once cleaned his own room.
I offered a prayer of gratitude to my parents back in the modern world.
Thanks for all the hard work raising a beast like me. Mom, Dad.
"A memory game with limited freedom, huh."
I couldn't do anything not in my memories.
I couldn't go anywhere I hadn't been before.
Forgotten memories resurfaced gradually.
Those seemed to be the rules.
"Lord Decal. You're awake?"
An unfamiliar woman entered, carrying a basket full of fruit under her arm.
Pretty cute, actually. Who is she?
"Come here."
Who cares if I didn't know.
I grabbed her hand, pulled her onto the bed, stripped her clothes off, and slid right in.
"Oh dear...... Lord Decal. In broad daylight like this...... Hnng...... Mmph......"
She was strangely compliant.
Somehow, I got it. She's under hypnosis.
A convenient pussy always ready whenever I wanted.
I thrust my hips vigorously, pounding her pussy with my cock.
The god I used to be lived a life not much different from now.
Indulgent, toying with women.
Pretty damn cool.
This was exactly the life I wanted.
If it had unfolded some wise, brilliant past totally unlike the current me, I never would've bought it.
I'd have watched like it was someone else's story.
"Ah, ah...! Hn...! Hn!"
I grabbed the waist of the woman riding me and shook my hips.
I slipped a finger into her asshole.
I groped her tits during sloppy kisses.
She reacted perfectly every time.
Meaning I'd done it all before. As expected.
I creampied her pussy with a satisfying load and pulled out.
The yard outside had a vast field.
Looks like I was living like some hotshot lord.
Dozens of people toiled on my land like slaves.
They all worked diligently, lost in their assigned roles.
......All under hypnosis.
Not a single exception.
"Hmm......"
This must have been my earthly paradise back when I was a god.
But didn't that woman call me 'Decal'?
I couldn't have been Decal from way back. Maybe the memories were mixing since I'm reliving them?
Or maybe Decal was my name as a god.
That's why it lingered in my subconscious and popped up when I needed to pick a name.
Whatever my name was didn't matter.
So, what do I do here?
"Hmm....... For now......!"
I went behind the young women working the fields and fucked them.
They didn't resist, spreading their legs one and only.
I shoved my cock in and fucked them freely. Creampieing them one by one in turn.
As girls I'd picked, they were all pretty enough.
Well. Nothing compared to women from my original world. Just decently attractive, passable.
I got bored fast.
A sensation I'd felt to death in modern times.
"......Boring. Something."
They were all under heavy hypnosis.
The men knew only labor, the women just spread their legs on demand—faceless fuckholes.
I wouldn't trade Karen for a hundred of these.
Turns out, god-me was surprisingly inept.
He had to know absolute obedience stripped away personality and led to quick boredom.
Why not use hypnosis for more fun, like I do now?
......Because he was satisfied with this?
A strange certainty hit me.
This was my memory.
In other words, reliving what I'd actually gone through.
Meaning, surprisingly, at this point, I wasn't that twisted!
No......
From the women's perspective, this might be worse.
Turning them straight into slaves.
Seems like this was the period when I was obsessed with simple fucking.
It had its merits, but...... Ugh, boring.
Unbearably dull. I wanted to bolt right then. Probably how I felt back then.
Alright, then. Let's follow my impulses.
I was a low-class god with zero accomplishments.
Seems I collected hot women under hypnosis as a hobby.
I infiltrated some world on a whim.
Pure boredom.
Descending to find a new woman to shake things up.
The place I ended up was a forest in some world.
The ground was ambiguously covered in blooming flowers, like a flowerbed or not.
"......"
That's where I met Ilesia.
The exact moment from the 'world of consciousness.'
Young Ilesia stood there stock-still.
"Pretty."
I muttered without thinking.
Ilesia noticed me and looked up.
"Give her a few years, and she'll be a real looker."
Wait, wasn't this a beautiful memory fragment?
I had high hopes!!
But all that came out of my mouth was lecherous appraisal of Ilesia.
"......Who are you?"
"I'm a god. Low-rank one, but still."
I revealed myself without hesitation and approached Ilesia.
"Didn't your parents teach you to be wary of sketchy uncles approaching you?"
"No idea about that stuff."
What did I do back then?
Right. I grabbed her chin and inspected her eyes closely.
Yeah. And I really thought she was pretty.
Even young, I was sure she'd grow into a beauty unmatched by any slave I had.
Greed stirred.
I wanted to take Ilesia with me.
As I pondered how to broach it, Ilesia spoke first.
"If you're a god, mister, kill my dad."
"Why? He hit you?"
"Yeah."
Looking closely, her body bore brutal beating marks everywhere.
How much had this cute kid been abused to beg a stranger to kill her parents with such hostility?
I felt a twinge of pity.
Killing the parents and snatching her was one option. But I thought differently.
"That's something any bandit could do.
Hmm....... I'm a god, after all. I'll handle it godly."
"......?"
That day, I saved Ilesia.
Saved her for real.
I dismantled the horrific web of traps centered on her.
With hypnosis. Simply.
Her father genuinely repented his past and devoted his life to Ilesia as a true dad.
Her brothers, who used to beat her at every turn, now got along with her.
I gave her upright friends who deeply understood and shared each other's pain.
High-level education access, and cleared the ingrained poverty from her family like grime.
I didn't think at all about how Ilesia would take these changes.
Just roughly.
Roughly saved her.
A few days later, Ilesia came to the forest where we'd first met.
"Thanks, mister.
I know it was you.
No one believed me, but......"
"How's that? Godly enough?"
"Yeah. You're my god, mister."
"Hmm."
I figured she'd whine this wasn't what she wanted.
She was weirdly mature for a kid.
My rough fix seemed to take roughly, and she was living roughly well.
Oh crap......
That's when I realized.
I forgot to demand what I wanted in return for saving her.
I missed the timing entirely and just chatted with her in that forest now and then.
Ilesia at fourteen, on her coming-of-age rite. She was blossoming beautifully, as expected.
Wanna fuck her soon......
"Sorry I'm late, mister."
One day, Ilesia apologized to me.
"Why?"
"I've only received help. Tell me what you want now. I'll do it."
"Hmm......"
Made it easy.
I didn't hold back. Of course.
"Alright then.
Wanna be my maid? Need a pretty one who obeys my every word."
"Sure. Right now?"
"I'm taking your soul.
You can never return here. Still good?"
"Yeah."
"......Wait, soul sounds like some shady contract, right?"
"Not really."
......Ugh. Why so nonchalant?
Timing to take her was right.
Her beauty bloomed daily.
Duels over who in the village would marry her were common. Total life turnaround.
Her miserable life flipped like a pancake; all that was left was meeting a great guy and living happily.
"Got no attachment to your life?
Didn't like what I did for you?"
"No. But it's true nothing interests me anymore.
Now I wanna repay the favor at your side."
"......"
Hard to read this girl.
That's what I thought.
Favor? She feels that? She cried happy tears when her dad stopped hitting, sure.
Maybe she wasn't ungrateful.
She could've forgotten about me and lived normally, and I'd have kidnapped her anyway. But she came on her own.
"Fine. Let's go."
That day, I claimed the soul of the country girl Ilesia.
I brought her to my abode, where hypnosis slaves mechanically performed their tasks.
Assigned her chores like cleaning and cooking while I mostly lounged around.
Not much changed.
Just gained one pretty girl to save for later.
I observed Ilesia closely for days.
Watching the slothful daily life of a so-called god up close, she must've been disappointed.
No complaints yet, working diligently......
Regretting coming with me?
"......"
Decided not to care.
If she rebelled, just hypnotize her.
Would just mean no one to clean.
Weeks.
Months.
Time passed like that. Our relationship barely changed, astonishingly.
Living together with Ilesia, how? But I saw her as still young, so hands off.
She never showed dislike for cleaning up my lazy ass, so no hypnosis—just left her be.
One day.
Ilesia saw our basement.
"This is......"
She froze in shock, unable to move.
The basement held women I'd ravaged into messes, strung up like pigs on the walls.
"Caught you looking?"
I went behind Ilesia and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Eek......"
"This is my favorite thing.
You'll end up like this soon. See? Lots of pretties."
"......"
Ilesia trembled.
It was a secret, but I figured it'd come out eventually.
This mansion was basically a blob of my lust.
From that day, Ilesia's management expanded.
She didn't run after seeing the basement, so my pride kicked in—like, 'this is your future now.'
I called women for orgy fucks,
Made her clean the 'human ranch' in the outer areas.
Later, even post-fuck cleanup.
Wiping my cock slick with juices and cum became her routine, with a wet rag.
She's tough.
Why hold out?
As Ilesia cleaned my cock, I asked.
"Why not run? Scared I'll mess you up?"
"......"
"Or secretly looking forward to sex? Dad do you like that too?"
Ilesia meticulously wiped my balls, stood with a slightly pissed face.
"Mister.
At least tidy your own bed next time!"
"Huh?"
I was flustered.
Time for that now? That's what hit me.
I learned later Ilesia still wanted to live with me.
Her way of getting mad at my outbursts.
Under the premise of 'living together as family,' trying to change my behavior.
"......"
After that, I tidied my own bed.
That's when I started realizing, bit by bit.
Dealing with this inscrutable girl by my side.
Wasn't half bad, surprisingly.