The Goddess's First Gift Is a Brown-Skinned, Busty Stepmother

The scenery flipped in an instant, accompanied by a tremendous sense of speed that made me wonder if this was truly a carriage. After passing over a path made of rectangular blue bands, an entirely different landscape unfolded. If the place I'd just been in evoked Renaissance-era Europe, what greeted me now were buildings that screamed ancient Rome. It was a vast, grand, and imposing sight. Could that golden plain shimmering in the distance really be what I thought it was?

"Just as you suspected, my benefactor. That is the Golden Fields. Every last grain belongs to you."

The land's power was overwhelming. Golden wheat fields that glowed even in the dead of night? And they were enormous—possibly even taller than my own body. This went far beyond common sense.

"Welcome to the world of magic~♪"

Golden... for real? This was a crop? It was so blinding that staring directly at it felt like it might cause blindness.

"The territory led by the Cornelius family is the Stomach of the World, a strategic point unmatched by any of the four great nations—or even all five including Thebes here. It supplies food to those who protect all four cardinal directions from the Barbarians. I've never seen it myself, but they say the Goddess of the Earth watches over this land."

"A goddess, you say...? Someone like Lady Perpena?"

"Hehe, do I appear to you as a goddess?"

"Anyone who saw your beauty would say so without hesitation."

"Hohoho~! Hehe, hehehe~! I'd like to think it's mere flattery, but the fact that you truly mean it makes it all the more delightful~! Still, I am the one and only Evil God! In terms of hierarchy, I stand far above her~! No, the two cannot even be compared!"

Was that so? From the way she spoke, she seemed quite proud of being an Evil God.

...I was gradually getting used to the light. Squinting past the ridgeline, I could make out the Cornelius family lands encircled by high walls in the distance. Thanks to the excessive glow, even the moat and the towering walls were clearly visible.

"Hm, it seems we'll be arriving soon. Let's review one more time. Your name and family?"

"Roman Cornelius. Eldest son of the Cornelius family and the next head of house. My father's name was Marcus Cornelius. My mother is Nigilia Cornelius. She is not my birth mother but my stepmother... correct? However, because Roman lacked the capacity to lead, she—an outsider—seized real power over the Cornelius family."

"The relationship between Lady Nigilia and Roman wasn't bad. Since Roman had to attend the academy, he willingly handed over authority to his mother and then ran wild as he pleased."

Seeing that Princess Servilia had tried to kill me, it seemed like more than simply "running wild," but...

"Then what is this academy?"

"A university where the five nations gather to share information in preparation for the Barbarian invasions. Those in important positions cannot leave their posts, so it is mainly attended by noble heirs with lighter duties or noblewomen whose importance is comparatively lower. Thanks to that, even the princesses of each nation participate in the seminars every time..."

"My benefactor really is so very clever~♡"

"With this much setup, it's not that difficult to remember."

I was a corporate employee. If I couldn't memorize even this much, it would cause problems at work. I'd read this kind of story to the point of exhaustion, and matching it against that knowledge made it easy to understand. Engagement annulments, another world, academies—everything had been trending right before I died, so it was even easier.

"It's also a place where they boast about their research and demand unity among the nations. Therefore, the unspoken rule is to avoid exposing shameful behavior or picking fights with one another. Since gladiatorial tournaments are held regularly, nobles confident in their strength often make their names there."

"And yet I was openly denounced in a place with rules like that."

"Indeed. From now on, it is only natural that my benefactor will be looked down upon. The princesses of each nation may also pick fights with you. ──Though that part is rather entertaining!"

She really did have a terrible personality. At the same time, she understood exactly what kind of amusement people sought.

"The reason the princess tried to kill me was because of Nigilia, wasn't it?"

"Nigilia was originally a concubine. Moreover, she was formerly the head maid. After Roman's birth mother died, she rose to the position of legal wife, but her husband passed away at that very time. A woman—and a former maid at that—leading a ducal house... Doesn't it seem suspicious to anyone? It's easy to imagine what rumors must have circulated."

"They probably suspected poison or something."

"Mm... And on top of that, the next head of house, Roman, was a fool. If they had disposed of you, the royal family could have swallowed the Cornelius house whole. The Theban royal family has particularly weak royal authority among the five nations, so they must have coveted the Cornelius family, which holds significant influence."

"What the hell? So they tried to kill me over something like that?! That fucking bitch has a seriously shitty personality~!!"

"Oho~! Fucking bitch, is it? Well, from my benefactor's perspective, I suppose that's how it seems. However, Roman's own misdeeds were so atrocious that it doesn't quite reach that level. Even in my eyes, Princess Servilia's actions were quite justified."

Having said that, Lady Perpena laughed mockingly.

"Thanks to that Servilia princess, it has become much easier for us to maneuver. Besides, since Roman originally committed such wicked acts, no matter what my benefactor does now, everyone will simply think, 'Of course he would.'"

"Ah..."

"Are you excited?"

"Yes! Very!"

"Your sexual wall could not be satisfied there, but here... Hehe. Still, organizing the family comes first. I will supplement whatever is lacking, so enjoy yourself to your heart's content. The Nigilia I mentioned earlier will suit your tastes perfectly, so you may look forward to her, yes?"

From Roman's perspective, she was his stepmother. What kind of woman was she? Since I had conveyed my preferences to Lady Perpena, I doubted she would disappoint me, but...

"Hm? What is it?"

"Indeed. Your skill at driving the carriage is superb—I didn't even notice we'd arrived. I'll prepare a bonus for you later, so look forward to it."

The maid I'd seen earlier still spoke in a low voice, clearly frightened of something.

"Then shall we get down? Be careful not to twist your ankle. Hehe."

"I'm not a child."

"From my perspective, you're an endlessly adorable child~!"

Taking Lady Perpena's hand, I carefully descended, and a massive castle welcomed me. It was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a fantasy-style castle that evoked Rome, then Europe, and then France. Was the background truly the Renaissance period? Even so, Eastern and other foreign-style buildings and architecture were scattered throughout. The pavilion in the garden, in particular, had been built in an Eastern design rather than Western.

Because the four nations cooperating against the Barbarian invasions were clustered together in all directions, the cultural spheres were a complete mess.

'This is seriously fucked... It's so excessive it's suffocating...'

Were the high walls surrounding the town meant to protect the golden wheat? Thanks to them, no light entered, yet the sheer scale of the buildings visible even in the darkness was overwhelming.

"For now, this timid appearance suits you perfectly."

"...Pardon?"

While I stood there awkwardly, the iron-barred gate opened automatically, creating a path illuminated by lights. At the end of that path, the enormous main gate leading to the main house opened on its own. With a commotion, servants and a woman came rushing toward us.

"...Who is that?"

"The one in the center... That bitch is Nigilia... Hehe... Feel free to ogle her to your heart's content..."

A flame had been lit, yet her figure was still obscured by the darkness. But when Lady Perpena took my hand and stroked it gently, the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠darkness became as clear as daylight. As expected of an Evil God, she seemed deeply connected to darkness.

And beyond that, the woman called Nigilia came into view. Amid the servants, her face showed clear anxiety and impatience... but her body was...

"Whoa."

"Isn't it to die for~?"

They were huge... absolutely enormous...! Breasts that easily surpassed three digits in size swayed and jiggled with every step...! Her thighs were no joke, and neither was her ass! If I lowered my waist, it felt like my cock might get crushed... It was vulgar to say, but...

'It's a body literally made to squeeze sperm out of balls!'

"Right?"

Her skin was so smooth it practically glistened with a brown sheen. Golden eyes that sparkled like sunlight, bright red eye makeup, long straight hair with a hint of indigo, and a body built purely for milking. The fabric she wore only enhanced the image of an Arabian dancer.

'She's actually walking around dressed like that?'

The veil covering her mouth was one thing. The real problem was the cloth barely draped over the tips of her nipples. I had no idea how it was secured, but the moment the wind blew, the fabric would flutter aside, fully exposing her nipples and areolas. It was that kind of nipple cover. Even lower, a single scrap of cloth hung below her navel to cover her pussy—if the wind blew, that would be completely visible too.

In truth, the only things she was wearing were "nipple-covering fabric" and "pussy-covering fabric." At this point, the image of Nigilia as an "Arabian dancer" was burned far more strongly into my mind than any notion of her being a former head maid.

'I can't see her as a former head maid at all.'

"Why do you think so?"

'With a body like that, how could she even see her own feet to sweep the floor? And her outfit... No one would think she was ever a maid.'

"Correct. She was originally a prostitute who sold her body, brought in as a maid."

It was true. The moment I saw her, I thought of an Arabian dancer, and I hadn't been wrong.

"The late Marcus loved that body so much he fucked her every single day without ever growing tired of it. Well, his legal wife died right after he began pouring all his affection onto that wench... Hehe, I can only imagine how furious she must have been. She thought the girl was nothing more than a nighttime plaything, but her position was gradually stolen away. It's no wonder she died of resentment."

'So she was brought in as a sex pet, but before long she rose to the position of concubine.'

"Exactly. From the legal wife's perspective, it must have been absurd. To have her position taken by a street whore rather than a noble daughter."

'But I can understand it from a man's perspective too. If a woman with a body like that and that kind of outfit danced and fawned over him every day, of course he'd want to pin her down and ravish her.'

Looking at her again, her entire body glistened. Rubbing against any part of her would feel incredibly smooth and pleasant. Especially if I buried my face in those breasts or that ass—it would feel heavenly. The vulgarity of her eye makeup and clothing only fueled even more pleasurable fantasies.

'But why is she dressed like that...? She's the woman who swallowed an entire ducal house, isn't she?'

"Because everyone around her constantly pointed fingers and called her a poison-using whore. It's a form of self-appeal—she's saying she still longs for her late husband and knows her place. Even though she's a duchess in name, the counts under her don't listen to a word she says. No matter what, her body and lust can't be hidden, so the other women only point fingers at her."

'But she's still a duchess? Is it really okay to treat her like that?'

"If titles alone let you do whatever you wanted, Princess Servilia would have swallowed the Cornelius family long ago. As long as you are alive, the counts will at least listen to the bare minimum. And even though King Remerus is weak, as long as he lives, not many will go along with the princess's arbitrary decisions."

'The power dynamics here are outside my common sense, so it's a bit hard to follow.'

"There's no need to complicate it. People follow those who have justification and offer them benefits. Right now, the Cornelius family holds both justification and benefits, so they maintain the upper hand. Think of it that way."

Was that how it worked? I'd thought the relationships would be more complicated, but there was no need to doubt Lady Perpena's words. She was on my side.

"Roman! Romaaaan! Hic, huaaaaaah~!!"

Just then, Nigilia reached us. It had taken time because of the distance, but she showed no signs of exhaustion. Up close, the sheer force of her breasts and the size of her thighs were overwhelming. She looked at least 180 centimeters tall, yet this woman was crying right in front of me.

"I heard the news! I was so worried—! A-are you hurt anywhere? Is your body alright?!"

"My lady. Lord Roman is safe. However, as I mentioned beforehand, he seems to have suffered quite a shock. It appears he is experiencing short-term memory loss, so we plan to have a doctor examine him."

"How terrible! Memory loss?!"

What the hell was with this memory loss excuse? It was such an obvious lie—there was no way this would work...

"I-I see! Looking at him, he's lost so much weight! The shock must have been enormous for our chubby boy to end up like this!!"

……………

…There was no helping the weight loss. The change was drastic enough that even the people around us accepted it, so I understood.

"...Just trust me."

'Sorry for doubting you.'

Perhaps she had planned this from the moment she showed me the mirror. She'd said she preferred a chubby body, yet she'd willingly changed it for me. She really was thoughtful. I couldn't possibly raise my head to her.

"Don't praise me too much. Even I might get excited if you do."

She spoke in a voice only I could hear, acting cute, then turned back to Nigilia.

"I will take the young master to his room... Is the exclusive physician awake?"

"I had him on standby the moment I received word!"

"Then after a thorough examination, I will send him to you, my lady. Please hear the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠details from him. I will remain with the young master until he falls asleep after I finish attending to him."

"But I'm his mother too, so at least let me stay by his side and watch over his condition...!"

"There was a major incident today. Princess Servilia attempted to kill Lord Roman—a tremendous event. Under normal circumstances, it would be an unprecedented murder case that could shake the entire royal capital. I already informed you through the flames that the young master is extremely anxious, didn't I? He needs time to calm down for at least a day. That is what I am saying right now."

"E-even so..."

"Excuse me, you're being rather persistent?"

"I-I understand..."

Though she looked displeased, she didn't resist. Was it because of her origins? Or was she unable to speak rudely to Lady Perpena, who held the position of head maid? The employer was clearly Nigilia, yet it was strange that none of the surrounding servants showed any sign of rebuking Lady Perpena.

"But at least until he enters his room... Even if we don't share blood, he's still my son... Can't I...?"

"...Good grief."

In the end, she couldn't resist Nigilia's pleading and allowed her to accompany us until we reached the room. The building was so enormous that it took a full ten minutes from the main gate to the bedroom. Though it wasn't good to judge by appearances, the way she constantly worried about my well-being didn't make her seem like a villain at all.

"Are you really alright?"

"Huh...? Y-yes, I'm fine..."

"...The young master is currently in a state of confusion, so please refrain from speaking to him. How many times must I say it?"

"Ugh... Perpena is so strict..."

"Given the situation, it can't be helped."

She seemed to want to act like a mother. Every time I glanced at her, she smiled awkwardly. But in my eyes, her entire voluptuous body looked like nothing but a mass of sexual desire. Mother or not, it was a body literally created to drain a man's vitality. Especially those—! Those right there! Standing beside breasts that surpassed three digits in size, the nipple covers were practically meaningless. Her areolas and nipples were almost fully visible, and their incredible shape kept my erection from subsiding.

'If a whore like this swallowed a ducal house, of course people would be furious.'

I could understand why the counts were rebelling. No matter how you looked at her, she didn't seem like someone capable of leading a ducal house. At best, she belonged on her knees at a man's feet, shaking her ass and acting coquettish. Since she herself knew her place and lived in whore-like clothing, she was an incredibly arousing woman.

She was clearly obedient, willing to do anything she was told—a woman born to be used by men.

"...Roman?"

"No, I'll go in first."

"R-right... See you tomorrow...!"

Fortunately, my erection wasn't noticed until we reached the room. Despite my blatant staring, she didn't seem to realize. Since she apparently wore such clothing all the time, the servants must have stared often, and she was probably used to their gazes.

"It seems you like her?"

"Yes. She's seriously unbelievable... I almost reached out without thinking."

"You could have ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠touched her right then. No matter what happened, I would have covered for you."

"But I'll be able to embrace her soon, right?"

"Of course. Isn't that why I prepared her?"

Lady Perpena and I sat down on the same bed. My erection refused to subside, and I was so entranced by her body that I couldn't focus on my surroundings.

"But... weren't you the head maid, Lady Perpena? I was incredibly rude to her. Is that really okay?"

"As you can see, she's a woman who knows nothing but fawning over men. She fawned, sucked, danced, and shook her hips until she rose to the position of the duke's concubine. Because of that, she has a strong tendency to depend on her husband for everything. Now that her husband is gone, she's anxious and restless. In such a situation, I am one of the few allies she has, so she is in a position where she must tolerate somewhat insolent behavior from me."

"She certainly didn't seem very noble... More like her old habits never left her..."

"...She seemed like a whore, didn't she? The perfume she's wearing is the same one she used when she sold her body. The oils on her skin are also meant to please men. She can't adapt to current trends and continues to show her old nature, so of course those below her won't follow her. Instead, she's an object of avoidance."

"But she still took over the ducal house. You're ultimately a maid as well, Lady Perpena. If she acts too rudely..."

"Since I hold the real power, even that woman knows that offending me puts her life at risk. She wouldn't like it if poison were mixed into her favorite noodle dishes, after all."

"You're saying there's a maid in the ducal house who would do something like that?"

"Hehe, I am a god, so I can be forgiven for anything~! Besides, I can do all sorts of things. If something goes wrong, I can simply do this—"

The moment she finished speaking, she extended her index finger toward the exclusive physician who had just entered the room and chanted a spell.

"Turba · Wawato."

"Ugh! O-oh, ah~?!"

The elderly man was entangled by black tendrils extending from Lady Perpena's fingertip and began to convulse. It looked like an epileptic seizure. So magic really did exist.

"Repeat after me. 『Lord Roman's condition is improving rapidly. He may act somewhat incoherently for a while, but there is no threat to his life. Lady Nigilia may rest easy.』"

"U-ooooh, ehh, Lord Roman's condition is improving rapidly! He may act somewhat incoherently for a while, but there is no threat to his life! Lady Nigilia may rest easy!"

"No matter what you are asked, answer like this. 『He is fine. He is simply experiencing mild confusion. He may occasionally act as if he has forgotten something, but if you tell him, he will remember quickly.』"

"He is fine! He is simply experiencing mild confusion! He may occasionally act as if he has forgotten something, but if you tell him, he will remember quickly!"

"As expected of a doctor—the commands sink in nicely. That will do. 『Pretend to examine him, then report to Nigilia at the appropriate time.』"

"Understood—!"

After giving the order, he fiddled with my head, pretended to examine me, and then left the room. It was a strange experience.

"...Simple, isn't it?"

When I stared at her in a daze, Lady Perpena responded with a triumphant smile. Then the beautiful goddess suddenly climbed onto my lap.