Goddess of Betrayal (13)
"Ishtar killed the Grand Sage."
"We haven't confirmed that yet."
"Then where the hell is the Grand Sage right now? He vanished after saying he was going to meet Ishtar, and we can't sense his mana anymore!"
The goddess from the East Continent, with her fiery red twintails, slammed her fist on the table. As the youngest and most hot-blooded among them, her judgments and actions were always swift. Being a newcomer, she didn't have a long history with Ishtar.
In contrast, the goddesses from the other continents, who had known Ishtar for ages, hesitated indecisively. Especially the goddess from the South Continent, who had lived for 700,000 years, adopted a lukewarm attitude and withheld judgment.
"Ishtar has served humanity for 50,000 years and was the first goddess to defeat a Demon King. Why would someone like that kill the Grand Sage? Calm down, East Goddess."
"Then who killed him?!"
"We haven't even confirmed that the Grand Sage is dead!"
"Face reality! Has the Grand Sage ever missed a single regular meeting?! Has he, even once?!"
"……."
South Continent's goddess Ptisie bowed her head. In the 700,000 years since she became a goddess, the Grand Sage had never once missed a meeting.
"Maybe... he had something urgent come up..."
"What urgent business?! Tell me!"
"...The Demon King's death is an unprecedented event... He's probably tied up with postmortem matters we don't know about and couldn't make it..."
"Busy enough not to even send word? He could telepathically tell all of us in one second that he's tied up!"
"…………"
"Enough, Liz. Ptisie's known the Grand Sage for 700,000 years. It's natural she can't accept his sudden death."
North Continent's goddess Jeanne mediated the situation. Elizabeth—nicknamed Liz—crossed her arms and plopped back into her seat with a pout.
"Like Ptisie said, we don't have confirmation the Grand Sage is dead. He's a master of magic beyond even our comprehension. He wouldn't die easily."
"What if he is dead?! What then?!"
"You seem pretty convinced Ishtar killed him, Liz."
"Damn right! That woman's always reeked of hypocrisy under that shiny exterior. I thought I misjudged her when she killed the Demon King... but now her true colors are showing!"
"What makes you so sure?"
"Woman's intuition."
"Intuition, huh..."
Jeanne, the North Continent's goddess, was the only princess to participate in wars over the past 100,000 years. It started when she picked up a sword to protect her father from monsters invading the palace. She shed her princess title, joined as a common soldier, displayed astonishing talent with victory after victory, and rose to knight commander—becoming the hope of the North Continent. Her fame spread across the continent, with voices revering her even louder than those for the hero-and-goddess expedition at the time.
Ultimately, the goddess of that era recognized her prowess and made the unprecedented choice to end her own life, passing the divine seat to Jeanne. It was a continent-shaking event back then. To this day, Jeanne reigned as the strongest goddess, surpassing even heroes, wielding a unique armament sword disguised as a staff.
"Your intuition's usually spot-on. Being a priest's daughter and all."
"Why bring up my background? I didn't fight demons for fun like you—I was forced into goddesshood for some bullshit reason about high divine power. Don't dredge up bad memories."
"Heh. Fine. A loose screw like you might actually stick it out without betraying us."
Jeanne drew her armament sword from its sheath and raised it toward the sky.
"If your intuition's right and Ishtar killed the Grand Sage and betrayed us, I'll cut her down with this blade myself."
"That's more like it! What good's your fancy knight code if you're gonna hold back here?"
"...If the Grand Sage really is gone... I'd support Jeanne killing Ishtar too."
Jeanne's martial prowess was unmatched among the goddesses. Even if the others teamed up, they couldn't defeat her. She was called the only goddess who could face a Demon King one-on-one. If she vowed to kill Ishtar, the traitor had no future.
Of course, only if Ishtar truly was the Grand Sage's killer.
At least South Continent's Ptisie didn't want to believe the Grand Sage was dead. 700,000 years. An unimaginable span spent fighting side by side as comrades. And she couldn't fathom why Ishtar would suddenly kill him. Why go to such lengths? Ishtar had slain the Demon King and been freed from the fate of endless war.
Ptisie suspected some misunderstanding.
"Oh my, oh my. Looks like you're all gathered for some grim talk. Is tea time over? What about my favorite Earl Grey?"
But an overwhelming presence shattered Ptisie's hopes, appearing right before their eyes.
"Ptisie, the tea you brewed was delicious... Though it's nothing compared to Master Hoyoung's semen, of course."
"I-Ishtar...? A-Are you really Ishtar?"
"Yes, it's me. Why the surprise? I look like Ishtar from every angle, don't I?"
The massive horns sprouting like a Demon King's stole their attention first. Horn length was proportional to mana capacity, so horns that size marked her as no ordinary demon. Her heart-shaped pupils sent chills down their spines, her lips an unnaturally vivid red. Skin once pale enough to burn in sunlight had turned chocolate-brown. And her outfit—what even was it?
She wore a sleeveless tee, but it was so small it barely covered half her breasts. Her nipples poked blatantly through. Did she even need a mouth looking like that? And if it wasn't an illusion, they were rock-hard and erect. A piercing in her navel, and just below, a ornate slave tattoo glowing pink. Thigh marked with what looked like marker-scribbled kanji (正). Her bottoms? Just a skimpy thong. Thick pubic hair bushy like undergrowth.
No one could imagine this as the continent's most noble goddess. This was whore fashion—not even a back-alley brothel would feature rags like that.
"Ishtar! What the hell happened?! You who valued chastity like your life—dressed like some vulgar slut?! Aren't you ashamed as a goddess?!"
"Snap out of it, Ptisie! Can't you see?! She's no goddess anymore! A traitor! Look at those horns!"
"Indeed... No human aura at all."
The blatantly changed appearance left Ptisie covering her mouth, while Liz crowed that she was right. Only Jeanne silently drew her sword, eyeing an opening.
"Oh dear. Why so hostile to old friends you haven't seen in ages?"
"Ishtar. We're not in the mood for jokes."
"I figured, Jeanne. You're always so serious. Maybe a taste of Master Hoyoung's cock would fix that personality."
"Master Hoyoung...? Who's that?"
Ptisie recalled the Grand Sage mentioning that Ishtar defeated Demon King Bianca with help from a hero named Kim Hoyoung, and informed the others.
"I see. You found a fine hero, Ishtar. You killed the Demon King, and we meant to follow your lead. But you reek of demon now. Got an excuse?"
"You're ready to skewer me, huh, Jeanne? You'd kill me without hesitation. Ptisie would..."
Ishtar's heart-eyes fixed on Ptisie, making the South goddess yelp in shock.
"...fuss around trying to restore me somehow. And Liz..."
Liz flinched this time.
"...would act all cold but couldn't go through with killing me. Softie at heart."
"W-What nonsense! Y-You demon...!"
Liz stammered, her inner thoughts pierced.
"But Jeanne would kill me. No hesitation if I'm a threat to humanity. That's princess-knight Jeanne's quality. But..."
Before she finished, Jeanne lunged. Her sharp eyes pinpointed vitals, swinging the armament sword. The other goddesses couldn't even track the terrifying speed.
Ishtar didn't react, offering her neck.
Ching!
"...Impossible."
"Was that your all, Jeanne?"
Ching... isn't right, Jeanne thought. That wasn't the sound of slicing flesh. And she hadn't even cut. The armament sword bounced off the brown skin without piercing.
"Ahh♡ Ahhn♡"
"Haa...♡ My body's heating up suddenly."
Lewd moans echoed from behind. Ptisie and Liz, faces flushed red, had slipped fingers into their panties.
"What are you all doing?! At a time like this!"
"You're so dense, Jeanne."
"Ishtar! You traitor! Did you pull some trick on them?!"
"You need to mellow out."
"What...? What's that? A man's... panties?"
"Sniff it."
"Ugh! Get that away! Filthy... Urk. Mmm... Mm..."
"Mellowed out nicely."
Jeanne dropped her sword and sank to her knees. Her eyes glazed like she'd been drugged.
"Mm... What is this... Mm... Mmm..."
"Smells good, right? Master Hoyoung's scent. No woman can resist."
"Haa... Master Hoyoung... what the... Mm... What happened to you, Ishtar... Mm..."
"Now you're fondling your own tits."
When they came to, the noble goddesses were lost in group masturbation, moaning obscenely. Unhindered, Ishtar model-walked across the "runway" to the table and sat. Fortunately, some Earl Grey remained. She sipped the deep-aroma tea, wetting her throat.
"Delicious... Perfect. Ptisie's tea always hits the spot. Though adding Master Hoyoung's semen next time would make it even better."
"W-What did you do to the Grand Sage, Ishtar...♡ Urk♡"
"Forget that old geezer, Ptisie. Just a wrinkled ugly fart. Air's nice, though, right? I released aphrodisiac gas extracted from Master Hoyoung's cum. Breathing it makes you horny and blissful. Thinking of spreading it across the continents? Women are prettiest fingering themselves in heat."
"You've been yapping about Master Hoyoung...! Urk! J-Jeanne! This is dangerous! K-Kill Ishtar!"
"Sniff sniff. Sniff sniff."
"Jeanne!!"
"No use, Ptisie. No woman's keeping her wits with Master Hoyoung's morning-worn panties over her head. Leave her—she'll sniff and masturbate till she starves."
"N-No way... Ishtar. What... what are you planning for us?"
"First, lesbian-train you into obedient livestock. Then send you back to your continents after enemas."
"Send us back for what?!"
"Huh? Enema talk got you craving anal?"
"What for?!"
Ishtar sighed at her humorless senior.
"To rule those idiot humans. Under Great Demon King Ishtar's orders, lead demons to invade kingdoms—turn men into slaves, women into sex slaves for reeducation."
"Why... why do that..."
"Buhihehehit."
Ptisie shivered at the vulgar laugh.
"'Cause... it's fun?"
"What?!"
"More precisely, turn this isekai into Master Hoyoung's theme park. Live for Master Hoyoung. Die for Master Hoyoung. Nothing happier, right?"
"Ishtaaaaar!!"
"Quiet, Ptisie. I can't fathom why you're so mad."
"Who'd obey a thug like you!!"
"Dunno. Liz maybe?"
Ptisie wanted to dismiss it, but shut her mouth at Ishtar's pointed finger. Proud Liz was mindlessly diddling her pussy.
"Feels good! Feels good! Pussy poke poke feels good!"
"Hehe. Younger than Ptisie, so you learn fast. Yeah, Liz. Master Hoyoung's scent feels good, huh?"
"Feels good! Feels good!"
"Wanna feel even better?"
"Yes!! Wanna feel better!"
Ptisie shook her head in despair, but Liz ignored her. Already addicted to the aphrodisiac gas, she was out of her mind.
"Then obey me, got it?"
"Got it!"
"Use honorifics."
"Yes, I'll obey, Big Sis Ishtar!!"
"Good... I like obedient girls."
"Pussypussypussy uhihehehit!"
Liz stabbed at her pussy nonstop in her chair. Ptisie collapsed on the floor wailing. Jeanne remained lost in the panty scent.
"Goddesses ain't shit. I'll remodel you into demons soon, erase your human pity. Then serve as my minions, obeying orders. This world is all for Master Hoyoung... Buhi. Buhihehehit♡"
It took a full year for the goddesses to become Ishtar's loyal minions. Even stubborn Ptisie surrendered when semen rations from Kim Hoyoung were cut, overwhelmed by withdrawal. Led by Great Demon King Ishtar, the ex-goddess brigade swept all continents, reshaping the power balance. People now worshipped the unknown Kim Hoyoung over emperors or goddesses—praying before meals, learning Hoyoung reverence in school instead of math or engineering. Pretty women were banned from marriage or sex, permitted only to masturbate imagining him. Great Demon King Ishtar ruled the isekai long, drawing all hatred, but she delighted in humans' suffering faces, they say.