The Goddess's Convenient Sex Repayment - Broken Engagement and the Maid Goddess
I woke up before I could even wonder what would happen after the words enjoy yourself.
The moment I registered the change in my gaze, the state of my body, its weight—everything—my vision flipped violently and an intense, searing pain exploded across my entire form.
“Uwaaaaaaaaagh!!!”
“—Hmph! Even a wretch of your kind screams just like everyone else! I am truly relieved! It seems that bright red blood flows through your veins as well!”
“Ugh?! U-uuuuurgh~!”
I had no idea what was happening. Something sharp sliced across the back of my hand, then a kick sent me tumbling down a long flight of stairs. My head slammed against the steps, my body throbbed with pain, and the blood oozing from my hand felt disgusting. But the worst part was the gaze I caught in my blurred vision as it began to clear.
It was the kind of look people gave when they were watching someone get publicly humiliated. I had seen it often enough at the company.
Why are there… so many of them?
Garish dresses. Excessive frills. A cloying perfume so strong it made my nose wrinkle.
This isn’t… the subway… is it?
A golden chandelier glowing overhead and countless eyes fixed on me. Everyone staring down at me was a woman, and not a single one looked Korean—or even East Asian. A person had collapsed on the floor, yet no one moved to help. The way their eyes curved with disdain above their fans was utterly revolting.
“Ugh… ah… hah…”
I wanted to get angry, but the pain was far worse. Blood kept flowing from the back of my hand, and after rolling down the stairs and cracking my head, the back of my skull burned. It felt like a lump was already forming. When I reached up to touch it and then looked at my hand, it wasn’t the rough, calloused hand I knew. It was a soft, slightly plump young man’s hand.
What… the hell…?
“What are you spacing out for?! Get up this instant, you fool!”
I needed to figure out where the dream ended and reality began, but another shout rang out. It was a bold, high-pitched, resonant woman’s voice.
When I lifted my head toward the place I had been kicked from, I saw a white-haired noblewoman standing at the top of a red-carpeted staircase, looking down at me. Her age… mid-teens? Or perhaps just barely an adult.
The goddess who had flung me here had been a gentle, soft-spoken white-haired beauty. This one was the bold, fiery type. Her eyes weren’t the serene teal of the goddess’s but a blazing, passionate red—like flames that burned with her own intensity, directed sharply at me.
Once I came to my senses, that was the situation. I stared up at her in a daze, as if I understood nothing, while she pointed at me furiously and shouted.
“My former fiancé, Roman Cornelius! I, Cervilia, declare here and now! From this moment onward, I hereby annul our engagement! I sever all ties with your ducal house!”
“…Wh-what?! What are you saying, Cervilia?!”
“Exactly what it sounds like! From this moment on, I have no intention of even facing him! No—in fact—”
The man standing beside her… was he the king? A man in lavish robes with a shabby brown beard watched the two of us in shock. The noblewomen nearby had also frozen, holding their breath, yet no one tried to stop her.
Despite that, the woman who called herself Cervilia—completely ignorant of my feelings—continued to rant.
“You haven’t forgotten your own wicked, barbaric deeds, have you?! Even if you used your family’s power to erase the evidence, I alone still know the truth! Today, in this very place, I will expose every last one of your crimes and reveal your true face to everyone! It doesn’t matter if you yourself escape punishment! After today, not a single person here—not a single student at the academy—will ever reach out to you again!”
A sudden, explosive denunciation. Starting with racial discrimination, she hurled accusations of murder, slave abuse, and other things I had never heard before, verbally flogging me with insults. She listed crimes I knew nothing about—abusing the power of the ducal house, harming countless people through political influence—and demanded I apologize. She even finished with a thunderous roar.
“If you still possess even a shred of shame, never again set foot across the threshold of this academy—!!”
She was like a lioness. Her booming voice, her imposing attitude—everyone around her clapped in approval. Only I sat there blankly, trying to make sense of this incomprehensible situation.
Ah. This is one of those broken engagement stories.
I had collapsed in the subway and met the goddess. Now I was in the world she had brought me to. I had somehow become the protagonist of one of those low-quality, trashy novels I knew so well.
I see…
…………
……
…Excuse me, Goddess?
“What are you looking around for? There is no one here who will defend you! No followers, no subordinates—this entire event was arranged solely to expose your evil deeds! After showing such disgrace in front of noblewomen from every nation, who would ever trust you again?!”
“C-Cervilia! Perhaps that’s enough—?!”
“Father, your leniency is the problem! For the sake of preventing future trouble, we must cut off his head right here! If you will not do it, then I shall!”
“What are you saying?! Don’t you know what the Cornelius family will do if we do such a thing?! This will not end as a mere joke!”
“The one who did something that cannot be laughed off is him! Hmph, how tiresome! —Roman Cornelius! Prepare yourself!”
The situation was far more urgent than I had imagined. She tore away the hem of her dress with a dramatic flourish, exposing her thighs and lightening her outfit. Then she snatched a decorative spear hanging on the wall, took a throwing stance, and aimed it at me.
“Repent in the afterlife, Roman!”
“Uwaa, uwaaaaaaaaagh?!!”
Even I could tell it was an ugly scream. I wanted to dodge more gracefully, but my body refused to obey. In that fleeting instant, the iron weapon—decorative or not, clearly lethal—flew straight toward my throat.
No matter what I did, the only future I could see was my neck being pierced and death following. Yet no flashback played before my eyes. My vision spun. The overwhelming terror made me feel like I might cry despite my age.
And still, the goddess was nowhere to be seen.
Was I tricked? Really? For real? She deceived me?
I had thought it was too good to be true. The offer had been far too convenient. A beautiful woman offering to stay by my side as my benefactor? It had sounded absurd. When I received that proposal, what had I thought deep down? Had I laughed at it? Or was she watching me from somewhere right now, laughing at me?
…You pathetic idiot!
This is it—!
In the final moment, I heard Cervilia’s triumphant smile and her inner thoughts. I was going to die again. The moment my name would be carved into the book of the dead—
—Clang!
As if to shatter that scheme, the spear that had reached my throat bounced away with a clear, ringing sound.
“What?!”
“Huuuuurgh—!! Huuh?! Kk, huaa! Huaaaaa~!”
My senses suddenly returned. I gasped for air and frantically touched my neck. It hadn’t been pierced. A little blood was flowing, but… somehow…!
Who…?
The spear that had been deflected flew toward the ceiling and embedded itself perfectly. The person who had knocked it aside now stood in front of me.
Because of the angle, the first thing I saw was an erotic mesh panty clinging to thick thighs. If I had been a little farther back, I would have recognized her immediately, but the realization came one beat too late.
“Who are you?”
“Ahem. Pardon me. As you can see, I am merely a passing maid.”
The familiar tone came from behind her hips. The burning sense of injustice that had risen to my throat instantly subsided.
“A maid? Impossible! We made absolutely certain that no servants would be allowed to attend tonight’s banquet. Where did you sneak in from?”
“That is none of your concern. Originally, I had intended to watch quietly, but while I can tolerate slander, I cannot simply laugh when someone tries to take a life. A guest who has been invited for less than a minute dying on the spot is hardly something to brush off with a smile.”
“……What are you talking about?”
“This is my business.”
“So you are a maid of the Cornelius family, since you saved Roman?”
“Let’s go with that. More importantly, I have met Princess Cervilia once before, yet it seems you do not remember my face. How disappointing.”
“For some reason, this maid is extremely irritating. If you do not step aside immediately, I will—”
Ignoring Cervilia’s words, she—the goddess wearing a maid uniform—raised her palm. At once, armored soldiers came rushing in with perfect rhythm, as if it were a scene from a musical. Their footsteps had a beat, and their timing was flawless.
“……To this body… what did you just say?”
Then she laughed mockingly.
I was still sitting pathetically on the floor after falling on my ass.
“Private soldiers, I see…”
When the soldiers swarmed in, Cervilia stopped her throwing stance and narrowed her eyes. Her expression openly displayed how displeased she was that she had failed to kill me. Meanwhile, the noblewomen who had been startled by the sudden appearance of the soldiers let out faint screams.
Anyone could see that things were about to escalate.
“So this is the temperament of our princess. The next ruler of our generation acts without thinking of what lies ahead or behind. No wonder His Majesty King Remerus has such a headache. Really now, I wonder what I should report to my lady.”
“Enough! We never intended for things to go this far—!!”
“I am well aware. This was all the independent action of Princess Cervilia. For now, I shall report it as such, so please refrain from causing any further disturbance.”
Her tone had completely changed. While I was still trying to figure out which rhythm to follow, the goddess clapped her hands, and the soldiers moved to surround us.
“Then, if you will excuse us.”
The goddess lifted me up in a princess carry.
“Oho… how heavy! My benefactor’s new body truly has some weight to it. Still, it is far better than that scrawny, frail body right before death, no? Plump, adorable, and with a face that openly reveals its desires—this is exactly to my taste.”
“G-Goddess?”
“Shh~! Here, you must call me Perpena. The current me is the head maid of the Cornelius family… that is the setting!”
“Ah… aha…”
Setting… setting… setting…?
What setting?
“Hehe, it is only natural that you do not understand yet. On the way back to the mansion, and even after we arrive, I will explain everything from one to a hundred in careful detail, so you may rest easy. There is no way I would ever do anything inconvenient to my benefactor, is there?”
“I almost died in real time just now.”
“That was all just a show~! If we speak in terms of those books you love so much, it is nothing but a contrived plot to give the protagonist justification. I was surprised that the princess would truly try to kill the eldest son of a ducal house, but thanks to that, doesn’t it feel delicious?”
“Delicious or not, all I can taste is blood.”
“That too will soon become sweet.”
Then, as if to prove that her affection for me had not changed, she lowered her head slightly and pressed her lips to mine.
The goddess—Perpena—was right. It was incredibly sweet. Embarrassingly, it was my first kiss, so it felt even more so.
“…………To think you would press your lips to something like that. You truly have a strong stomach.”
“Huh?”
At that moment, from the very back row, someone muttered in disgust. Then—boom!—something exploded.
Wondering what had happened, I clung to Lady Perpena and glanced toward the rear.
…A knight without a head was rolling across the floor.
“…………”
“……! …………!!”
“Ugh……”
The knights flinched for a brief moment but continued their escort in silence. They did not retrieve the corpse.
“Cheaply hired men really do have loose tongues. I only asked them to pretend to be knights for a few hours, yet they couldn’t even manage that. Thanks to them, the mood of my benefactor’s commemorative first kiss has been completely ruined, hasn’t it~?”
“W-wait, weren’t they all knights?”
“Ah, it would have been impossible to bring the Cornelius family’s actual knight order here. So I simply hired some nearby thugs and dressed them up—well, you probably wouldn’t understand even if I explained. I will tell you about it on the way, so get in quickly.”
We stopped in front of a carriage waiting outside the banquet hall. The coachman was also a beautiful maid. However, her face was so deathly pale that her beauty was completely overshadowed.