# 037 On Strength
# 037 On Strength
The substance called Alginate was a material discovered by Arvata.
Have you ever seen a slime die in a dungeon?
When a slime died, its tissue broke down and spread out, or else hardened like jelly that had lost its moisture.
Arvata discovered this hardening phenomenon, and after researching and researching slimes, discovered Alginate.
The purpose was to mass-produce the likeness of some woman.
Rather than creating humanoid forms one by one, making something like a casting mold was far more convenient and efficient.
I was now using that to take a cast of Sharia's body.
Squelch, squelch.
I slowly spread the Alginate starting from her neck.
The sticky pink slime clung exactly to Sharia's naked body, and Sharia simply swallowed dryly with a stiff face.
"M-Master...?"
"Don't worry. It's made of ingredients that are completely harmless to the human body."
"I really don't have to worry?"
"Yeah. I tried it once before, and I had no problems."
"You used this on yourself, Master...?"
"Yeah."
Where I used it was a secret.
"To give you a simple hint, there was a person who wanted an item that wasn't real but felt real. I used this to give it as a present."
"...Don't tell me you made a model of your cock with this, Master."
"......."
Squelch, squelch.
From her neck, where it was beginning to harden, I moved my hand toward her chest area.
With her arms stretched out to her sides, Sharia let out a rough breath.
"Hwaah...."
"You're really quick on the uptake."
"You actually did that?"
"Yeah. I gave one as a present for some female who was lonely at night."
"A model of your cock, Master...? Why?"
"I don't know."
I didn't know the reason either.
And I didn't want to know.
"Whether she wanted to use it on herself every night, or wanted to use it on a female partner, I wouldn't know. I sent the gift through an intermediary, so I don't know where or how it's being used now."
"Hmm...."
Sharia pouted her lips.
"Guess she wasn't a woman you were on very good terms with."
"Huh?"
"Knowing your personality, Master, you would've just gone and pounded her, present or not."
"Accurate. She was not a woman I was on particularly good terms with."
If I had to put it, it was closer to a bad connection.
"And she was the type of woman I don't like to fuck."
"What? In this world, is there a woman you don't want to have sex with, Master?"
"Of course."
A woman who tells lies.
A woman who hides the truth.
Putting aside playing hard to get, a woman who toys with a man's love.
A woman who enjoyed a relationship with me and then had relations with another man.
"Sharia. Let's say you were eating some bread. If another guy came and took a big bite, leaving teeth marks, while you took your eyes off it for a moment, would you have to eat it?"
"Mm.... I think I get what you're saying. In that case...."
Sharia asked in a serious voice.
"If your woman was raped by someone, Master, what would you do then?"
"It would be one of three things. Erasing her memories and making it so it never happened—something only I would know."
Squelch, squelch.
"If I can't erase her memories, I would cover them with my color so that those memories never resurface, and even if she did think of it she would become indifferent to it."
Squelch, squelch.
"...Well, I'd rather not mention the last one."
"Why, what is it?"
"I said I didn't want to mention it. It's not a hypothetical; it's all something that happened in the past, so I don't particularly want to think about it."
"...Did something like that happen?"
"A very long time ago."
It's a story from a full two thousand years ago, before I even met Arvata.
"Well, one thing I can say was common to all three—I killed the man's entire family, down to the third degree, for doing that to my woman."
Revenge was the baseline.
Only the response after that differs.
"I never forgive anyone who touches what's mine. Anyone who touches my woman has to be eliminated immediately, or it causes trouble later. This isn't my story—it's really about an acquaintance of mine."
"Usually when someone says that, isn't it a story about themselves?"
"It's real. It's a story about my acquaintance. If it's my story, I'll be your slave for a day. I swear upon a Demon God, this is not a story about me."
"......What a shame."
Sharia clicked her tongue as if disappointed.
Well, how much fun would it be to use a dragon as a butler for a day.
I knew because I had done it.
"That bastard, he liked touching other men's women."
"Eh...."
"What did he say? Other men's women are women whose attractiveness has already been verified, so there was no need for him to go around looking for virgins himself."
He was a completely insane bastard.
He was my polar opposite, but out of curiosity about what the hell went on inside the head of someone like that, I followed him around for a while and observed his life.
"That bastard enjoyed wrecking homes. He enjoyed the act itself of making another man's wife his own. He mainly approached wives whose husbands were out on the battlefield, or entirely wrapped up in a mistress, or where the marital relations were estranged, and pulled that shit."
"Eww...."
"He was naturally a smooth talker, and he didn't choose his methods when it came to seducing married women. And then things blew up."
"What kind of incident was it?"
"He touched my woman."
Squelch.
At last I had covered her entire upper body with the Alginate slime.
Some of the slime had dripped down and gotten on her lower body too, but I added water to more powder, kneaded it well, and spread it over Sharia's private areas as well.
"Euhht...."
"Even if it's cold, endure it. It'll harden soon."
"Ah, it's not going to go inside, right...?"
"It won't go in if you clench tightly."
"Eugh...."
I spread the slime over Sharia's mons as carefully as possible.
The purpose of the model, made by hardening the Alginate slime and pouring plaster inside, wasn't to create a work of art, but to create a mannequin of Sharia.
But what if the crotch area did not come out properly?
Then the underwear I made later would have a serious problem too.
"Sharia, even if you're embarrassed, please endure it a little."
"At this point it's less embarrassment and more...."
Sharia clicked her tongue and looked down at me.
"......."
"Okay, okay. I'll finish up quickly."
I spread Alginate over Sharia's crotch area and buttocks, and waited until it hardened properly.
I spread it over her thighs and calves as well, meticulously all the way to her toes, and then Sharia let out a great sigh of relief.
"It's finally over...."
"Yeah. Now once it's fully hardened, I can peel it off and let it set."
"What if it breaks when you peel it off?"
"Then we do it again. ...Heh heh, just kidding. I can do it quickly."
No matter how much one might say Sharia was wearing Alginate slime like clothes, it wasn't as if I'd only done this once or twice.
Sshrrk.
I used mana to finely cut along Sharia's back.
Without harming her, I cut a long line from the nape of her neck down along her spine to the cleft of her buttocks so she could peel it off.
Sshrrk, sshrrk.
Sharia immediately escaped from the Alginate slime.
"M-Master. A shower...."
"Clean."
I cast Clean magic on Sharia's body, then handed her a robe.
After draping the black robe over herself, Sharia looked at the shed skin she'd just cast off and swallowed dryly.
"...It's a little embarrassing...."
"Because your nipples are hard?"
"I-it's not that.... Just, I didn't expect it to look this identical...."
Sharia's Alginate cast skin looked exactly like Sharia. Of course the breasts were large and the buttocks were large, but once plaster was poured inside and hardened, a perfect mannequin of Sharia would come out.
"I can just contact Arvata and say the cast is finished."
"Uh, Master. About that story from earlier."
"Ah. The story about that crazy bastard who touched my woman?"
"Yes. What happened to him?"
"I beat him until he died. Except he didn't die."
"...Is that possible?"
"Yeah. That bastard was no ordinary being."
Since there was no way to physically kill him, I pummeled him over and over until he did die.
"You might not know this, but there is not a person in the Land of Darkness who does not know that bastard's name."
"Who is he?"
"Jupiter."
"......."
Sharia's expression stiffened.
"Seems you know."
"Uh, if it's the Jupiter I know...."
"On the eastern continent, he's probably called 'Yupiteo.'"
One of the Demon Gods, the one renowned as the Lightning God.
"That motherfucker tried to rape my woman, so I impaled a spear into his ass."
"You... beat a god?"
"Yeah."
I proudly thumped my chest at Sharia.
"This Master, when he gets serious, is pretty damn strong."
I could say so with certainty.
"Among all the bastards in the entire world, I'm confident I rank within the top five."
"...Uh, I'm not entirely sure on the details since I lived in the east, but aren't there ten Incarnate Gods under the Heavenly Demon God in the Land of Darkness?"
"You know your stuff."
Incarnate Gods.
Gods who existed beneath the Heavenly Demon God; unlike the Heavenly Demon God, who did not directly intervene in the world, they exerted direct influence on the Mortal Realm.
"But even then, I'll win."
The people of the world call these ten Incarnate Gods the Ten Demon Gods.
They were called the Lightning Demon God, the Poison Demon God, the Flame Demon God, and so on, each named after their respective traits, but....
"A few of them were dragons who got beaten up by me in a previous life and then reincarnated into Demon Gods."
"...Is that perhaps how you learned that dragons reincarnate?"
"Yeah."
Demon Gods suddenly appeared and started picking fights with me, then came lunging at me saying they'd get revenge for their past lives.
So I properly sorted out the pecking order for them.
"No matter how I may look, I'm a dragon on the same level as the Heavenly Demon God and the Twin Moon Goddesses."
If I fought them in their sanctuary, I would probably lose, but outside it would be fifty-fifty.
It's just that they don't come out, or have no intention of coming out, or can't come out, or aren't interested.
"What, are you surprised because I'm too strong?"
"......Master."
With a complicated expression, Sharia looked me up and down.
"Why does someone so strong just live for sex?"
"......."
Sex.
It was my entire life.