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Chapter 540: A Goddess and Her Meal
"Hmmmm!!" I stretch. It’s strange to come out of my true form after having spent so long in it. I run my hands over my head, feeling what it’s like to have this part again.
In my true body, a head is a useless thing, but in this form, the head is extremely important. I look behind me, at my tail—in my true form, I don’t have it anymore.
"G-Goddess, you’re married..." Takashi asks, and I see he’s looking at the ring on my finger. He’s perceptive. A shame it’s not enough.
"Yes, but don’t worry about that. I’m not monogamous. Besides, I have three wives and one husband, and none of them would be jealous of you. On top of that, you’re going to die as soon as this is over. Does it really matter that I’m married?" Tsukuyomi isn’t my wife, so I don’t even mention her. She’s just the mother of one of my children, that’s it.
"...Why would you do anything for someone like me?" he questions as I approach him.
"Lie down on the floor. I’ll handle everything. Honestly, I don’t expect much from you in that sense. Besides, why would I do anything for you? Obviously because I want to eat you at your peak." His hatred is delicious, but I want to season that hatred with my own emotions before I devour it.
"...Is there any way for me to know if you’ll really get revenge for me?" He seems distrustful, despite having accepted without thinking twice.
"Me being a goddess is the greatest proof. Rest assured, those heroes will suffer something that will make them wish they’d never been born." Actually, I won’t do anything, because I already have. Technically, I’ve already fulfilled that promise, because I’ve already tortured the heroes.
"I thought goddesses didn’t interact with the world..."
’So he’s read some books and searched for answers...’
"They don’t, normally, but that only applies to certain goddesses. Delphina, the mermaid goddess, can, so it’s not unheard of." I sit on his hips. I’m bigger, and my large breasts cast a slight shadow over his body.
"But now it’s my turn to ask, Takashi. Why did you throw your life away by accepting my proposal? You’re breaking your promise to be happy." When I say this, he frowns and squirms uncomfortably because I know.
"I... I’m not... I’ll be happy if they die. Besides, you said you’d give me the best last day of my life before killing me..." When he says that, I start laughing at how pathetic it sounds.
"I had really forgotten how pathetic that sounds." I, as Pandora, would never leave my revenge in the hands of others. I would fight tooth and nail to obtain what I desire through my own efforts and merit. But Takashi is so hopeless he sees no way for him to achieve his revenge.
’Of course, he hasn’t been betrayed by the kingdom and executed yet, so his hatred is slightly more contained... but it doesn’t matter... he’s already desperate enough...’ I look at his erect cock. I’m still undoubtedly a 10/10 beauty, so of course he’s turned on.
’About 14 centimeters...’ Kind of small in my view. I guess I’ve been spoiled by sizes since my partners are all quite large, always over 20 centimeters, like Delphina, Mikael, and Grimm when she decides to temporarily become a futanari.
"Now I’ll begin..." I move my hips, aligning myself with his penis and sinking down. He gasps at that. The sensation must be incredible for him, considering how wonderful my body is.
I grab his hands and start moving my hips up and down, riding his cock. It’s not pleasurable for me, and anyway I’m not seeking pleasure, because with each of my movements I observe the colors of his emotions.
The small, dark pink spots that appear amidst the absolute black. That makes me smile maliciously, while his dick pulses powerfully inside me.
"For a virgin, you’re holding up pretty well. But you don’t need to hold back. Even if you cum inside, I wouldn’t get pregnant even if I tried." His sperm is literally too "weak" for that.
Everything in my body is too resistant. For me to get pregnant, the sperm must have a certain degree of strength and a minimum level of magic to be acceptable.
"..." He bites his lips, reaching climax while I grind my pussy against his groin, giving him more pleasure. His color gains that soft hue I like.
"When I kill the heroes, is there any specific torture you’d like me to perform?" I bring up the revenge because I don’t want the color of hatred to fade. I want a balance between both colors.
"No..."
’What a surprise. None?’ I thought he’d choose a method of torture. In the end, I guess he’s still too human to think of something complex and terribly cruel.
"Good thing you stayed hard. It would be pathetic if you could only handle one round..."
"It’s just that... you’re very beautiful..."
"...Pffhhh HAHAHAHAHA What a virgin thing to say. Sounds stupid, you know? Although it’s a fact that I’m crazy fucking hot, but I bet for someone like you who’s never been with a woman, this must be paradise." I laugh at what sounds like a joke. I’m not even being mean this time; it just really sounds pathetic considering how depraved I am.
"You know, there are so many things you could compliment, and you go with ’you’re beautiful’? You could say these two giant melons I have here are fucking delicious, or that the curves of my body are like a work of art."
"You could say my ass is insanely fine, and that my pussy squeezes you like crazy, but you choose to compliment me as ’beautiful’?" I’m much more used to intense compliments like that.
Not exactly from sexual objectification, but because I and most of my partners are much freer regarding sexual interaction, so it’s exciting to praise the body intensely.
’I guess I can’t expect much from him.’ He seems embarrassed by the mix of insults and vulgar words.
"..." I grind my hips hard against his cock. It looks like he’s about to reach another climax despite the situation. Unfortunately, this is sexually unsatisfying for me. I’d never cum from so little.
’A shame... ordinary sex doesn’t satisfy me anymore...’ I stare intently at his colors. They’re almost at the point. The dark pink of lust is now a thin film over the black color.
"Hey, Takashi, want to try taking the reins?"
"...?"
"Take advantage of me being nice. The way you’re pathetic and weak, you’ll never have a woman to dominate. At least you can vanish from existence knowing you fucked a goddess. Isn’t that tempting?"
"I’m not... sure..." When he hesitates, I feel deeply disappointed.
’Ugh, he’s so pathetic it hurts... Being this miserable, it’s no surprise the bullying just got worse... I can’t believe I was like this in the past...’
"Show some more attitude, you little shit. I deeply hate seeing this. You’re not a girl to be all hesitant." I even like it when a girl is submissive and shy, unable to dominate. It’s fun and exciting.
But seeing a man like this is pathetic and disgusting. The gender reversal also inverts the roles in sex, so seeing this really displeases me, and it just shows how Mikael is a perfect man. He’s rough and wild in just the right measure.
I get off his cock, a bit of semen dripping down my thigh, and lie on the floor, spreading my legs.
"Come on. And don’t hesitate. If you don’t fuck me with everything you’ve got, I’ll cut your dick off. Come here, shove that pathetic cock into me, and grab my fucking tits!" I say without any patience for this, my tone authoritative.
’Ah, crap... I scared the brat... He’s still human.’ His cock goes limp, and his color never reaches the perfection I want. At this rate, it won’t become the perfect meal.
"I’ll give you a hand." I use magic, which this place doesn’t forbid, generating a syringe as I approach him and grab his dick. He doesn’t move, frightened by the power I accidentally let slip.
"Urghh!!!!" He moans in pain as I inject it into his cock. He falls to the floor gasping, while his dick starts to mutate, and he screams in pain. I lick my lips. This is Failed Potion Number 46.
When I was practicing alchemy to transform other races into demons with a potion, I created various things. One of them was Failed Potion Number 46.
It’s a failure because it causes a localized mutation when applied, and instead of turning the target into a demon, it "monsterizes" the affected part at the cost of partially damaging the mana pathways. In other words, it’s junk.
"W-What did you do?!" he says agitatedly, looking at his erect cock, now much more imposing at 20 centimeters—a much more satisfying size. It’s thick with a shape resembling the plate armor of a monster, facilitating penetration but scraping everything on the way out, which should hurt just the right amount.
"I improved you, brat. Now, if you’re angry, use this to fuck me..." I also added a potent aphrodisiac drug, because the thin film of lust over his hatred needs to get stronger for devouring him to be truly satisfying.
"Here." I lie on the floor, spreading my legs. With two fingers, I open my pussy invitingly. His cock pulses, releasing pre-cum as he makes a pained expression, because he’s slightly resisting the drug.
He approaches, grinding his teeth, while I can’t help but drool over this delicious meal that’s almost ready. When he cums one more time, the two emotions should be perfect.
His hatred and my lust intertwined, like the best food and the best seasoning. Ah, I can almost taste it. Takashi seems to notice I haven’t been looking at him this whole time.
"You... won’t stop looking at me like I’m a piece of meat... Are you that eager to eat me?" he says with a look of resignation.
"Oh yes, I’m dying to tear your flesh to pieces and devour it all." The Devourer passive can literally eat anything. Emotions are also on the menu if I can put them in my mouth and chew, and currently, with the power I have, emotions have become "tangible" to my Mana.
"If... you’re going to kill me anyway, does it matter if I... take my anger out on you?" he says while I see how frustrated he is with everything—so frustrated he doesn’t care about fear.
Being summoned alongside those who bullied him, receiving nothing useful, and still being treated like trash—they were truly frustrating days.
"Of course. You can curse me and fuck me with all your strength. I really don’t care." It’s better this way. The more emotions he lays bare, the better his flavor will be.
He’ll be the very first meal of all with such extreme emotions. Until now, all the beings I’ve seen with extreme emotions are beings I either didn’t eat or can’t eat, so he’ll be the first of them all.
Which is ironic, because who would have thought my past self would be my first emotionally full meal.
Takashi looks at his cock, which looks so monstrous. Clearly, it would be painful to use on any woman, but me, who enjoys pain, can only anticipate the sensation of it entering me. Maybe now he’ll even make me cum.
"..." He approaches with unsteady steps, the drug slightly messing with his motor coordination, while his gaze fixes on me. It’s wild, full of hatred for the world itself rather than hatred for me.
And what I see makes my pussy wetter still. The black color of his pure hatred grows even darker. I can’t even help drooling over this meal anymore, saliva running from my lips to my chin. My hands tremble with the desire to eat him right now, but I take a deep breath, restraining myself.
Because if I’m patient, in less than an hour this meal will become even more delicious. Finally, he reaches me, bending down to align the glans with my pussy.
His gaze brimming with the purest rage makes me smile sweetly, because finally I see something I recognize as something I also possess: anger. Intense, powerful anger at something. Finally, Takashi has shown he has something similar to me.
And he has finally understood. What we’re doing isn’t sex in the simple sense. What we’re doing is an exchange. His desire for revenge being fulfilled, in exchange for him giving me a delicious meal I couldn’t easily obtain otherwise.
He has finally accepted that he is the food here and won’t leave alive, and the sex is just him waiting for me to decide to eat him, like someone who puts sugar in their coffee and waits a bit for it to become sweet.
"Goddess... don’t you feel anything about being a monster... so cruel?"
"...No." I think for a moment, answering him with the purest honesty of all. Maybe in the past I could have felt something about being so evil, but now? Now that I am a complete Pandora, an absolute monster and a goddess, all I feel is the need to fulfill what I must do.
Not exactly out of malice, but because it’s the path I chose, and I’m not a coward who will give up everything and try to change paths. If I chose something, I’ll see it through to the end. On the day I accepted the proposal of the Goddess of the Abyss, I knew full well what I would have to become.
"And you, human. Do you regret accepting my help?"
"...No..." When he denies it, I smile, because in the end, this is proof that he and I are still the same being, though through opposite lenses. I... think I liked that. Maybe I needed to see how pathetic I was in the past to finally fully understand how much I’ve grown since I began my journey.
I had good times, bad times, complications, suffered a lot, gained much joy, increased my power. Yeah... it really has been a long and arduous journey that I have never regretted for a day.