Chapter 155
Chapter 155
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 155
Chapter Title: A Life with Purpose
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"Mister. I'm going to clean, so don't just lie there—move aside."
"......"
I roll over to the side.
What the hell. Treated like some old man in the back room.
"Don't you have any reverence for a god?"
"You're only a god because without me, you can't even cook or clean."
"It's not that I can't—it's that I don't!"
"Everyone who can't do it says the same thing."
Ugh, in this battle of wits, a lazy bum like me is bound to lose.
Strategic retreat... silence it is.
She might have a point, honestly.
Ever since her hands touched this messy house, it hasn't gotten dirty once.
Ilesia's touch was meticulous. None of the slaves I kept could match it.
Why is she better at housework than actual house slaves...?
A mystery.
Whatever. I couldn't read her mind at all.
The only thing I knew for sure was that Ilesia stayed here because she wanted to.
And that was it.
Maybe she's actually into me...?
I'd thought about it.
But I'd have to have done something lovable for that...
Listing out everything I'd done to her so far would cool even a thousand years of love.
I lay sideways on the sofa, quietly watching Ilesia mop the floor.
"What do you even like about sticking around me?"
"You're hopeless without me."
"Didn't know you were the nurturing type. You know I can manipulate people's minds?
Turning a slave like you into my plaything would be child's play."
"......That's why you have no friends."
"Tch, I don't need 'em."
"There are other gods besides you, right? None come to visit. None for you to visit.
You just stay here all alone."
"......"
"So, I figured you'd be lonely without at least me around."
......Yeah.
Living only with slaves has dulled me to how others see me.
Just like she said, I was a lonely god—no one to visit, no one to visit.
And even then, dragging innocent women here to satisfy my lust and using them as slaves?
It meant I was trash with no right to pity.
And she knew all that.
Out of pity. Out of compassion, maybe.
I smacked Ilesia's ass as she passed by.
"Eek!?"
"Don't hit a god with facts like that.
Don't you have any of those porn myth books lying around? Acting all high and mighty, casually doing unreasonable shit just 'cause it suits your mood—that's a god for you."
"Sorry."
"You're right. The other gods find me creepy.
They built their homes in some backwater world no one visits.
Decades, centuries pass—I wouldn't even know. All that's left to me is bringing in women to toy with and fuck."
"......Is that okay?"
"No choice. If I put it fancy-like, it's the anguish unique to a god with mind-control powers.
No one wants to get close to a guy like me."
"......"
Ilesia looked sad hearing my story.
But I, the one living it, felt nothing.
"Don't get the wrong idea.
I like this life. No one to worry about, no obligations. Free from the mortal world, just fucking women and feeling good—this is my paradise. You'll be my cocksleeve soon enough.
And even if you try running now, I won't let you."
"You're a trash god."
"......Yeah. Got a problem?"
"No. Not at all."
Ilesia said it brightly.
"Then, let me keep doing chores until I become your cocksleeve."
Resigned?
......Didn't feel like it.
I felt like I'd lost something by spilling my guts while she kept hers hidden.
In the end, I couldn't read her deepest thoughts.
Should I hypnotize her and make her spill what she's thinking?
......I didn't even know what to ask.
I just let Ilesia do whatever she wanted.
No need to ruin a good thing with my own hands.
She cleans up after my messes.
As long as I could keep this routine, I had no complaints.
But Ilesia had plenty of ideas—she'd bring up new chores every day and discuss them with me.
"Mister. We need more variety in ingredients.
How about dividing the field like this?"
"......"
Again.
"Mister. The human ranch hygiene is awful.
It's fine to enjoy them and go, but if you ignore public health, you'll catch something too."
"A god catching diseases? Please."
......
"Mister. Mister... How about putting some decorations here? It'll make the barren room so much better."
Fine. Do whatever.
It's not like it'll bother me.
Before long, her touch was everywhere in the house.
New dishes made from ingredients she'd sourced lined the table—stuff I'd never tried before.
She'd always ask if this side dish was good, that one okay, so I barely tasted them consciously.
But they were definitely delicious.
A year, two years of this life went by.
Soon, things couldn't run without Ilesia—even the hypnosis slaves only talked through her. (Of course, I adjusted the suggestions.)
The estate expanded threefold, and we even started raising livestock.
Somehow...
It felt like Ilesia was raising me.
No complaints about my surroundings.
It only worked because of her.
If she left, it'd snap right back to how it was.
No one else to lend a hand. No one to care.
I spent my days as usual—fucking the women hanging in the basement, feeling good, sleeping.
When Ilesia needed extra hands, I'd go to another world and fetch attendants.
"Mister. Don't turn them into slaves right away.
Can't you make them feel accomplishment and fulfillment from the work?"
"Why bother with all that...?"
"People need purpose to live. Even trivial tasks—they live through the joy of achieving them.
You're a god. You can do whatever."
I chuckled.
"You know what you're saying?
We're kidnapping people living peacefully and nudging them to be useful to us.
Could be worse than slavery. You're basically saying brainwash them to love being slaves."
"I'm your servant.
I can do bad things willingly."
"Well, aren't you something."
Ridiculous.
"Anyway, hurry and hypnotize them. Work's piling up."
"Heh, fine......"
Impressive. Really impressive.
Even one person would be exhausting to manage.
I'd never seen her rest. Always scheming something.
I must've been human before becoming a god.
Ilesia felt like a whole different species.
Watching someone so diligent made me think that.
"Fine. Got it."
I clapped once to implant the suggestions.
At this point, I hadn't settled on snapping fingers yet.
Clap to hypnotize, clap to wake. Of course, I chose the target.
I made the attendants feel happiness and fulfillment from slave work.
Joy from serving me.
That was when it started, I think.
The slaves began doing things we'd never ordered.
They used their heads to think up ways to improve the land and pitched them to Ilesia eagerly.
Sometimes they'd gather on their own, drown in booze and revelry, singing praises to me.
Not without my permission, of course.
But them even suggesting it was wild.
Hearing slaves laugh and chatter in what used to be a quiet house—like it was someone else's life.
Felt like a place where people actually lived.
"You're right, Ilesia."
"Hm?"
"Giving them purpose to live brings out more human reactions than just making slaves.
Never thought of it that way."
At this point, I was a slave to sex.
I hypnotized for pleasure, not because hypnotizing was fun.
Either way, hell for the victim.
Like Karen or Estina... Ugh. Headache.
Focus here.
Watching these memories felt like being back then.
Trying to recall my original world brought sharp pain.
"It'd be nice if you found a purpose too, Mister."
"I'm a god.
Immortal, ageless. Manipulate minds with my power.
No room for human emotions anymore."
"Hehe. Still good.
A guy who loves women—that's you, Mister."
"......"
I turned to look at Ilesia without thinking.
She was sewing.
I swallowed hard at her exposed white nape.
Now...
It felt like I didn't have to hold back anymore.
Ilesia, whom I'd seen only as a kid, was shedding her girlhood.
Breasts grown, hips fuller, beauty blooming.
Her neatly combed black hair in the mornings, soft green eyes.
I was losing myself in them.
"Ilesia."
"Yes?"
"Your name's too long. From now on, you're Sia."
"......"
That night, I held Sia.
Called her to bed, stripped her, caressed her softly.
Then sat up, held her, awkwardly inserted.
"Hn... Hnng..."
Sia trembled quietly in pain.
I held her slender shaking shoulders and thrust my hips wildly.
"Slow, hi..."
"......"
Eyes locked. Hands clasped.
My cock swelled inside her pussy, ready to burst.
When had she become so womanly? Touching her breasts brought a surge of emotion.
"Mister..."
Holding the trembling, lost Sia,
I did what I always did. Shifted my weight smoothly back and forth, burying my cock deep in her virgin pussy.
Tight. Especially the entrance, squeezing like it'd snap my dick.
Bit by bit...
It was easing up.
"Un... Hnng... No hypnosis...?"
"Want me to?"
"Not really, but..."
"You came here all meek for sex. No reason to hypnotize."
"Does it feel good, Mister...?"
"Yeah."
"Then I'll endure the pain. You don't have to go slow..."
I didn't hold back, kneading her ass as I slammed my hips roughly.
Squelch, squelch.
No mercy for her rigid body tensed in unfamiliar pain.
Pounding her pussy with my cock like abuse.
"Ha, hat... Ung...! Hng...!!"
Sia made an expression I'd never seen.
Face enduring pain. Struggling to adapt to the foreign intrusion in her pussy.
Squelch, squelch, squelch...
I wanted to see this pretty woman writhe.
And keep seeing it.
"You're my favorite pussy. Be proud."
"Un, yes... Th-thank you."
Even a lie would've been fine—could've praised sweeter.
But I was a perv back then too.
I wanted to see her shy from dirty talk.
"Sia's pussy squeezes so good."
"P-praise other parts too."
"Nah? We're pussy-fucking, so pussy gets the praise."
"......"
Sia pouted.
Nice having control during sex.
I shoved my rock-hard cock all the way in and stirred.
"Hak. Ah. Haa..."
"How's my cock?"
"You're... hands..."
"No dodging. Praise the cock."
"......"
Impaled, Sia said it with damp eyes.
"Your cock's too big... What if it doesn't go back?"
"Pussies are elastic. It'll be fine."
"You're not a woman. How do you know? What if it doesn't... Hng. Go b-back..."
"I know even if I'm not. How else do babies come out?"
"...Ah."
Baby talk made her pussy clench my cock tight.
No kids between god and human... Instinct?
Her body heat rose.
Pussy soaked slick—felt amazing.
Wordlessly, I hugged her tight and creampied deep.
Ah, feels good.
"......"
Feeling my ejaculation, Sia wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing close.
After the long creampie ended.
Sia peeked up.
"Mister. Am I... gonna be a mom?"
"No kids between god and human."
"......"
Wishful thinking?
She seemed a bit disappointed.
Wanted to be a mom, huh...
"Th-there are loopholes between gods, I think."
Why bring that up...
Knocking her up? Hot, sure, but kids are a hassle.
"Loopholes?"
"Dunno details."
I brushed it off and hugged Sia tight.
My cock was hardening again inside her pussy.
Sia silently overlapped our hands.
Till morning, I indulged in her body.
Freshly deflowered, she struggled but didn't say stop.
Her own resolve, maybe.
Better than becoming a hypnosis slave—thought she might prefer my favor.
Satisfied, I laid the panting Sia on the bed and got up.
Wanted more.
But in this memory, I suddenly craved fresh air.
Felt an urge to head out fiercely.
No...
I had a bad premonition then.
Like something unwanted happened at night.
I dressed and went outside.