The Scent of Virgin Obsession: Defiling the Apostle of the Goddesses
Apostles are the humans chosen by the gods.
In the major cities of every country, a tower has struck the ground, turning Earth into the gods' playground.
They watch the mortals climbing that tower—mocking them one moment, cheering the next, and occasionally lending real aid.
The Earth I live on has become what we call the Constellation world.
Yet I never awakened even after the tower appeared. In this life I was probably just an extra, content to drift through ordinary days.
Who could have guessed that a single choice would make me the gods' apostle.
And it was only after the fact that I learned the truth: the gods don't pick their favorites. They make apostles out of anyone you can make them call.
This is the tale of a man who became an apostle and got defiled by the gods.
* * *
The world had been reborn, but the lives of ordinary people who never entered the tower changed very little.
Just turning on the TV and seeing hunters' faces every day?
Switching on the internet and hearing people chatter endlessly about Constellations and hunters?
The ordinary person's dream had become hitting the lottery first place or awakening as an S-rank hunter.
[Honestly, who else but Artemis would you rank as the top among the Constellations?]
[Because... she's a virgin.]
[She herself is a virgin, and she's the patron saint of virgins.]
- But since I went out with Orion, isn't that like a mental loss of virginity?
└ Does just going out make someone a non-virgin? That's so harsh.
└ That's the point of the virgin doctrine.
└ So Orion got shot? Because she was a virgin?
└ Leaving Hestia and Athena aside and only sucking on Artemis—that makes you a fake unicorn.
This pathetic forum is none other than the Non-Awakened Gallery.
A place where men in their twenties and thirties who achieved nothing in life, forever chasing the fantasy of becoming S-rank hunters, gather.
A garbage dump disguised as a bulletin board, read at a glance or in depth.
The posts that dominate are the usual “I want to become a hunter” rants and confessions of their twisted sexual fantasies.
With anonymity hiding everything, bizarre and shameless sexual boasts—things that even close friends couldn't say out loud—appeared constantly.
[I want to see the goddesses of beauty just once.]
[The most beautiful woman in the world, so the goddess of beauty must be stunning. I really want to know what she looks like.]
Exactly the kind of people I was talking about.
A certain post stung me hard.
How could they spout nonsense about wanting to see the pure virgin goddesses while ignoring the filthy, corrupt non-virgin ones?
The goddesses of beauty and love are all hedonistic bitches who live for indulgent sex.
I wrote a comment dripping with genuine contempt.
- Sniff... what is that smell? The disgusting scent of defiled hedonistic goddess filth.
└ True blasphemy against the goddess? Aren't you afraid of the real gods?
└ Your guts are huge, lol lol lol.
The era of the Constellations actually sponsoring hunters had arrived.
No one knew where those bastards were eyeing their next targets, so the notion of “fear” made sense to me.
"Paranoia is its own reward. What kind of goddess would be bored enough to watch garbage like this?"
└ What's the point of life if you can't call a hedonist a hedonist?
└ Live by what you say.
└ Aphrodite's a hedonist—cheating on her husband every day with Ares.
└ Freyja's a lunatic who gets gangbanged by four dwarves for a necklace.
└ Ishtar's the goddess of prostitutes, so her temple should be replaced with a brothel.
The blasphemer fell silent after my sermon, wisely vanishing.
Only later did I realize the ones who ran first had been wise.
I should have run too when that woman started calling out the gods.
At the very least, I shouldn't have named the actual existing deities.
That night I dreamed.
I was walking on clouds beneath a sky brimming with light.
Then Golden Aphrodite appeared.
With the name Golden Aphrodite, she had golden hair and an outwardly dazzling beauty.
But no matter how beautiful the appearance, the soul beneath was rotten.
The foul stench of a hedonistic bitch who gave herself to any man she met filled my nostrils.
I pinched my nose and mouth to stop myself from vomiting.
"Sniff, the scent of defiled hedonistic filth."
"If you apologize for insulting me, I'll marry you to the most beautiful woman in the human world."
Aphrodite gritted her teeth, trying to contain her rage.
She summoned a holographic woman from advanced Olympus technology—a face I knew all too well.
"A married woman."
S-rank hunter Han Yujin was married.
Aphrodite had caused the Trojan War by promising married women to men in Greek mythology, yet here she was doing it again.
"Married women are more tempting, aren't they?"
"The goddess of hedonists is corrupt from the mind up. Get lost, you evil foreign imp!"
As the guardian of Eastern Confucianism, I hurled a stone at Aphrodite.
"I curse you with twelve times your current libido!"
Unable to hold back, Aphrodite unleashed a twisted, demonic curse.
The next morning, waking from the dream, I realized I was in grave trouble.
Looking at the grandma on TV made me vomit.
Even then I might still have been human.
Seeing the grandfather beside her made me vomit again.
Still, I might have clung to the animal realm.
But a glance at the corner of the TV made me vomit once more.
Oh, the sleek synthetic plastic flesh.
What would that TV look like on a bed?
To avoid any trouble while working my only part-time job at the convenience store, I poured all my willpower into it.
Exhausted from holding back lust all day, I collapsed onto the bed the moment I got home, and the dream brought another goddess.
"Most beautiful and noble goddess of beauty and love, if I beg you to share your love with me, can you come?"
The goddess Freyja, symbol of depravity, wearing a pink bucket as the mark of a hedonist.
Even with twelve times the libido, I couldn't share a bed with a non-virgin goddess.
"Get out."
I raised my middle finger to the sky.
Freyja's seductive face twisted into a demonic grin.
"If you don't come and lie with me right now, I'll castrate you."
"Castrate me over sleeping with a non-virgin? Pass."
The next morning.
I woke up to discover my genitals no longer worked.
The goddess of hedonists was even corrupted in her soul.
"Fuck."
I had never planned to reproduce anyway.
I loved virgins.
But if I slept with a virgin, she would become a non-virgin.
The logical paradox that loving and bedding the thing you love destroys it.
The greatest truth in the universe is called the Virgin's Paradox.
Since I never intended to use it, the curse was meaningless, wasn't it?
Yet something was driving me mad.
The twelve-times libido curse from Aphrodite still burned even though my genitals wouldn't move.
What was I supposed to do with a useless stick?
In just two days my weight dropped seven kilograms.
I realized that when the mind is driven to the brink, the body can change that much.
Then came the night of fate.
The last goddess to mock me appeared.
Unlike the first two, Ishtar's hair was the passionate red of a rose.
Beauty meant nothing when the soul was rotten.
She threatened me at once.
"If you don't cancel your blasphemy against me, I'll kill you."
My answer had been set from the beginning.
"What good is living if you can't call a non-virgin a non-virgin?"
Stabbing a spear through a human throat doesn't turn truth into a lie.
I died impaled by the spear of the goddess Ishtar.
The next morning.
When I woke, I was alive, now an apostle of the three goddesses.
My body, granted the power of the three goddesses of beauty, bore the pink hair of a hedonist.
One breast larger than the head.
A body optimized for mating, pregnancy, and childbirth.
Before I could process the sudden change, a status window appeared.
[Username: Gam Dasan]
[Awakening Rank: EX]
[Awakening Abilities: Cestus Himas (SSS), Seiðr (SSS), Me (SSS)]
[Patron Constellations: Aphrodite, Freyja, Ishtar]
[Patron Ranks: Apostle (Aphrodite), Apostle (Freyja), Apostle (Ishtar)]
[You are the first human in history to become an apostle to three Constellations at once!]
[*No mortal can resist your seduction.]
[*Libido is now twelve times stronger. Physical sensitivity is nine times stronger.]
[*By the blessing of the goddess of war, victory is guaranteed in any battle.]
What the fuck? They turned my name into an ovulation machine?
My original name had been a fine stone.
A fine... what was my original name again?
"You hedonistic bitch goddesses! My status window is overflowing with non-virgin goddess filth!"
My status window was tainted.
Every patron Constellation slot was filled with hedonistic non-virgin goddesses.
Filled with rage, I entered the bathroom.
When I came out, I felt relieved.
At least this body was still a virgin.
It was no hopeless situation like starting as a non-virgin.
"It could be worse."
If I had been born a non-virgin, I would have committed suicide on the spot.
That was an absolute truth.
But since I was a virgin, I could at least live for now.
* * *
Aphrodite, Freyja, Ishtar.
The three goddesses gathered before a crystal ball, watching a human.
Aphrodite spoke first.
"How long can a woman loved by everyone keep her purity?"
Aphrodite had given Dasan the power to seduce anyone.
Any man with the ability to choose his partner would surely break eventually.
"Would she hold out for days?"
Freyja had granted Dasan Seiðr, the erotic death magic.
It was a magic only women could use, so powerful that even Odin, the Norse chief god, had disguised himself as a dwarf and begged Freyja to teach him.
Each use brought the side effect of increasing libido and sensitivity.
Dasan's current stats were twelve times libido and nine times sensitivity.
"Days? Hours, at most."
Ishtar was a merciless gold-digger—equally ruthless with humans, lions, horses, and birds.
She had fallen for Dasan, who showed no sign of pain when speared through the throat, and granted him true great authority.
But that was never a good thing.
Like Gilgamesh's rejection of Ishtar's advances, every lover she took met a terrible end.
A single curse from the gods meant inevitable ruin.
With three curses, what would become of Dasan?
His future looked anything but smooth.