Goddess Dialogue (2)

"That child is this generation's Demon King."

Premium spoke as if discussing some distant, unreal event. I knew nothing about the goddess. What she wanted, what she liked, what she hated—not a clue. But somehow, asking directly felt impossible.

Is there a third Demon King too?

"……."

Eek.

Oh crap. No way could I, a former Earthling chatterbox before reincarnation, carry a conversation like this. The mood just got even heavier.

La… Lady Goddess!! I'm so happy to meet you!

"……Hmph."

Thank you for letting me be born as a tentacle monster!

Love pose! I twisted a bundle of tentacles into a heart shape. It was grossly ordinary.

"I've heard that one before."

Shall I lick your feet?

Before she could answer, I shot out a Split Mouth toward Premium's feet to lick…but bounced right off. Blocked by some mystical force!

Premium let out a sigh.

She's despising me!

By none other than my own mother. I might awaken some masochistic tastes I never knew I had!

"Why would you try such a thing?"

I just couldn't resist sucking on your pretty feet, Lady Goddess.

"How's life treating you?"

I recalled our nighttime exchange in the rain. It felt like we were back there. She'd asked if I wanted to live ugly, and because I answered YES, here I was—alive and breathing. Ugly, hideous, repulsive. I'd embraced the monster's life.

I didn't care what the goddess thought of me. All I felt was infinite devotion.

Well, I wiped out a village recently.

"I see."

I love not being bound by human standards.

Humans get condemned for killing each other, but not me. No one tries teaching a monster human morals. Good and evil don't apply from the start—I'm free.

So yeah. Go ahead and see me as a hideous monster, stab me, chop me up. I like it. But when the power dynamic flips…?

All the horrific things I can imagine could become reality. That's the human-monster relationship. If you can't kill it, you get killed—or worse, violated.

When I was human…

Premium blinked.

I could never figure out what a 'human ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠life' even meant.

"Why is that?"

Whoa. The goddess asked me a question. I racked my brain desperately. Why had it felt that way?

My dad said to live like a proper person, you have to get along with others.

Everyone else lived "properly." But me? Always on the outside, alone. One slip, and the bugs writhing under my skin would hurt everyone.

…I just couldn't do it.

But those bugs kept trying to burst out, no matter how hard I suppressed them.

"Did you commit crimes?"

No.

At least in my past life, I never hurt anyone badly. People just didn't understand me.

When I realized there were no monsters in that world, I thought, 'What a romance-less place to be born.'

"……."

You're my goddess.

You, the one who guided an unhappy soul born without the luck to be a monster into the right form. My one and only goddess.

That's why… I worship you with all my heart.

I'll enshrine your statue in my nest and clean it every day.

"……."

And pray to it. Even without hands.

Scrub scrub! I rubbed my tentacles together fervently. It just looked like sleazy tentacle monster behavior.

I'll become the perviest pervert monster of all filthy things and shine for you, Lady Goddess!

If you watch over me, I can do anything.

"I…"

Premium smiled warmly at me.

"adore you, my child."

La… Lady Goddess…

"As long as you don't resent me, I'll always be by your side."

I extended a tentacle. Premium reached out her hand, gently touching mine—the slippery appendage that untainted humans could barely ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠look at without recoiling.

"I shall live up to your expectations. Without fail."

The goddess had vanished before I knew it. But my heart brimmed with light. I'd received a revelation.

In Premium's sanctuary, I'd awakened to a new power. This ability would guide my path.

I'd hit level 100 and figured something might change, but I never expected revelation-fueled growth. If my pervy gains so far were basics, Flesh Transformation was advanced stuff—complex, intricate applications.

Mastering Flesh Transformation let me alter my body's texture in endless ways. First up: mimicking common stuff like stone or wood.

Splitting my body or molding flesh into shapes was trickier and nutrient-heavy. But worth mastering. I wasn't satisfied with my current form anyway.

The tentacle monster I envisioned was way cooler. Tamed by a goddess? It had to be even more epic.

I hurried back to the village where my wives awaited.

Rune Kingdom's capital, the great city ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of Furnaul.

The kingdom's knights had rented out a tavern, rowdily chatting away.

"The new captain's twelve years old. Twelve!"

"For real? World's gone upside down."

Young knights Glova and Ezekiel had repeated this ten times already. It was that absurd.

Every table buzzed with the same talk. One of the kingdom's elite three knight orders—

White Flame Knights—now led by a twelve-year-old… girl!

"She's gonna be a beauty."

"You nuts?"

"Nah, you can tell. Her features scream future stunner."

"So what? We'll be stinky old dudes by then."

"Like you're not now."

The knights were loose since the new captain's arrival—drinking in broad daylight.

Tall blond hunk Glova raised his voice.

"White Flame Knights under a twelve-year-old girl's command! We can't let this slide!"

Beard-covered Ezekiel chuckled like he'd heard a good one.

"Why? You excited? For the invincible White Flames?"

"Nah, but thank god. Thought we'd rank by tit size before she showed."

"Pfft-haha!"

"Ezekiel's lost it."

"Vice-Captain hears that, you're done."

Laughter erupted as bustiest vice-captain Siroko ghosted in—tit-ranking number one herself.

"Fun chat."

"Eek! Vice-Captain!"

Ezekiel bolted upright at attention. Siroko strode past imperiously, her build dwarfed by the men's—except her overwhelming chest, which jiggled slightly with each firm step, enough to crush every guy here.

"Curious how I became vice-captain?"

"……Gah! If you tell us, we'll listen with every ounce of strength!"

"Stack up achievements bigger than these tits, Ezekiel."

Others ogled Siroko's sideboob, but Ezekiel shrank under her razor-sharp glare.

Unlike the new captain, Siroko had spent five years proving herself among the knights' monsters— a human weapon. Young ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠entry like the captain, achievements too many to list. Fiery red hair with golden eyes, wielder of Flame of the Victor—everyone knew the hot, beautiful knight.

"……But."

Quiet Glova spoke up.

"Frankly, outdoing the vice-captain's tits in achievements? Impossible, right?"

"Puhahaha!"

"You dun goofed, Glova!"

"What'd I say?!"

Siroko headlocked Glova in retribution. Squeezed by sideboob and pit, he wailed blissfully.

"Ughblorp!"

"Me too, Vice-Captain!"

"My boobs aren't bar snacks!"

Siroko stole Glova's seat and his drink. He sprawled at her feet like a queen's rug.

"Doubt the captain's skills? Spar her. Problem solved, idiots."

"You sparred her?"

"Nope. Didn't even know her face till yesterday."

Even Siroko, who knew top adventurers, was clueless about sudden twelve-year-old Claire. No famous lineage, not a hero's daughter…

"Captain Claire's doing mock battles at the training grounds now."

"Yeah, some things you can't settle with words in our order."

"Wanna watch? Or you spar her, Vice-Captain?"

"Me?"

"We made it this far following you. A kid as captain…"

"I was a kid too."

Siroko felt the unprecedented appointment. What had that girl done to snag White Flame captaincy?

Hmm. Just check her out.

Siroko wasn't one for overthinking.