Chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Gotta Check If It's Grown
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"If it's grown, you gotta check it out."
'She wants me to fuck the Demon Swords?'
Sex with those Demon Swords and make them submit, no less.
It was the kind of thing no normal person could even imagine.
And to think those words were coming from a goddess. Not in a million years.
Well, the goddess's existence itself was pretty unbelievable, come to think of it.
"So, just to confirm, I got this right? You reincarnated one guy just to tell him to fuck the Demon Swords?"
"Yes, exactly."
The goddess nodded eagerly.
Her own face was flushed bright red with embarrassment.
"...And doing that for real will actually save the world?"
"Yes. Lee Si-hyun, by sleeping with them, you can prevent all the Demon Swords from corrupting."
"Hmm."
Honestly, in any other situation, I'd call bullshit.
But what would this goddess gain from lying?
More importantly, I clearly remembered dying—and here I was, alive.
Having witnessed one impossible thing already made this easier to swallow.
This vast, empty white hyperspace was proof enough, too.
At the very least, the woman in front of me was definitely a goddess.
"Alright, fine. Assuming that's true, let's break it down point by point."
I wrapped up my thinking quickly.
Denying reality wouldn't change a damn thing.
So first, I needed solid intel.
"I can't fuck every Demon Sword in the world."
"You don't need to. Target a few, and their overall corruption levels drop enough to stop the process."
"...How many exactly?"
"Hmm, five or so?"
...Five. More than enough—hell, it'd be overkill.
Even in an eroge, that'd earn you harem king status.
And I had to do it in the real world.
With Demon Swords who were basically treated like semi-celebs.
'Head's spinning.'
Not to brag, but I'd never even properly dated a girl my whole life.
And now she expected me to bag five Demon Swords—not just any girls?
No matter the stakes, the difficulty was insane.
"...Why me, though? Surely there were better candidates."
It was only natural I'd ask.
There had to be tons of guys more qualified.
A real Casanova, or some heartthrob actor every girl drools over.
Anyone would've been leagues better than a nobody like me.
"Honestly, I don't see myself seducing a single Demon Sword."
Average looks, no game to speak of.
No money, no impressive job.
Pure specs? Below average.
Me, fucking Demon Swords who'd seen every hunk and rich guy out there?
Not a chance in hell.
'If it was possible, I'd have a Demon Sword girlfriend by now.'
Contracted up, joined a top guild.
Raking in cash, living the dream.
I'd failed because not one Demon Sword ever said yes.
"Because I sensed the most potential and aptitude in you."
"...In me?"
"Yes. And above all, I valued your obsession and resolve. That... thing you did right before you died?"
"You mean when I shoved it against the sword display?"
"Eek... Yes, that."
The goddess's face turned beet red.
She'd noticed, alright—but talking about it embarrassed her.
'So that's why I got picked? For that crazy stunt?'
I'd just wanted revenge on something.
Never dreamed it'd impress a goddess.
Guess even insane acts have their place.
"I'm flattered you think so highly of me. But grit like that won't seduce women."
Sure, diligence could be attractive.
But seducing five in two years? Diligence wouldn't cut it.
"With this face? They'd call me a stalker and have me arrested."
"Ah, but I can help with looks and physique."
The goddess clapped once.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Physical specs greatly enhanced!] ⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Physical abilities greatly enhanced!] ⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Charm greatly enhanced!] "Oh... ohhh..."
The changes hit my body in an instant.
My height shot up first, then firm muscles rippled across my frame.
Not overdone—just perfectly sculpted.
I reflexively touched my face. Even my skin was flawless now.
'This body's on another level. Crazy what she can do.'
I was genuinely impressed, and the goddess let out a pleased chuckle, beaming with pride.
"I tuned you to 'hottie' standards where you live. No one will outshine you, wherever you go."
"Feels like it. Better than any model or athlete I've seen."
"Your face, too. Want to see?"
She held up a mirror.
In it was a stud straight out of TV.
Actor- or model-ready, no question.
I could hardly believe it was me. Handsome didn't cover it.
'This is nuts.'
The textbook alpha male.
She'd optimized me for seducing women, body and face.
At this level, I could snag numbers just walking down the street.
Hell, girls might hand me theirs.
'...Wait, what about down there?'
Curious, I slipped a hand into my pants.
Grabbed my dick. And yep.
'It's bigger!'
I'd always been decently proud of my size.
Now? Length and girth upgraded big time.
Rare even in porn—impressively so.
A few strokes, and it was rock-hard, full of vigor.
No skills needed; raw specs would make any woman moan.
'Fuck yeah, this is man's charm.'
Resurrected and blessed like this? Grateful didn't cover it.
As I admired my raging hard-on, the goddess—who'd been watching—blushed and looked away.
"D-don't touch it so blatantly! I'm right here."
"Sorry."
I apologized at once, but then another message popped up.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Demon Sword 'Glaou's lust has increased by 1.] '...Right, I can use the status window too?'
Not like a game's—scanning my stats.
No, it let me peek at Demon Swords' statuses.
Way more broken than checking my own sheet.
'...Tailor-made for fucking women—no, Demon Swords.'
Still, not quite enough on its own.
I asked the goddess, just in case.
"Anything else? Face is perfect, but can I really seduce Demon Swords with just this?"
"Of course. I added some extra traits you'll need. Think 'Trait Window' to check."
Trait Window, not Status.
Name didn't matter.
I muttered it in my head.
And bam—a ton of info floated up.
⚔ TRAIT WINDOW ⚔ ✦ Pleasure Amplification (Demon Sword limited)
>Intensifies pleasure felt by Demon Swords during physical contact.
✦ Erogenous Zone Detection (Demon Sword limited)
>Detects Demon Swords' sensitive spots.
✦ Forced Contract
>Contracts are valid even if semi-forced after submission. However, low submission may break it. Maintain dominance for a proper contract.
'...Feels like staring at an eroge protag's skill tree.'
And it really was.
Pleasure Amp, Zone Detection, even Forced Contract.
Every trait screamed "fuck Demon Swords."
The "Demon Sword limited" tags made it even kinkier.
'Only catch is the Forced Contract—gotta keep her submissive.'
Humans could normally contract Demon Swords and wield their power.
But contracts were one-way: the Demon Sword's call.
She chose; if she dipped, tough luck.
Contractors groveled to keep them happy.
Demon Swords could bail anytime—plenty of eager humans around.
My Forced Contract flipped it.
Submit her, and I lock the deal.
'Keeping submission steady's the trick. But it's a surefire way to claim one.'
With traits confirmed, her goal was clear.
Fuck her, chain into a contract.
Ongoing maintenance required, of course.
This setup? Bagging Demon Swords was doable.
Which left...
"So? Like the traits?"
"Yeah, perfect."
I nodded, then segued smoothly.
"But what if they glitch? I could die for real."
"Huh? Well, theoretically... but they will work. Guaranteed."
"Guarantees untested are iffy. You haven't tried them yourself."
"Well..."
"Mind if I test how strong they are?"
I closed in on her.
Slid my leg between hers, spreading them.
Cupped her chin with my chiseled face inches away—like I was about to kiss her.
"Eep!"
"How about it... just once, Goddess?"
Perfect test subject right here—no reason to hesitate.
Plus, Glaou was seriously fuckable.
Testing traits was one thing, but damn, I wanted that body.
A goddess in slutty armor? Politeness demanded I rail her.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Demon Sword 'Glaou's lust has increased by 1.] ⚔ STATUS ⚔ 📛 Name: Glaou 🏆 Rank: S 🌑 Attribute: Darkness 🔥 Lust: 4/10 😍 Sensitivity: 10/10 ❤️ Favor: 8/10 Strategy Notes
[The Sword Goddess who marked you as the hero to save this world. High base favor, weak to persistence—keep pushing, and she'll eventually give in.]