Lyria raised her eyebrow.
"…Huh?"
Not bothering to dance around it, Stiletto spoke plainly:
"The Library Goddess of Books..."
Her eyes slowly widened.
Confusion.
"…Imagination."
Doubt.
"…Knowledge."
Realization.
"…and… Good and Evil."
Shock. And then finally...
Rage.
"YOU!"
She shot to her feet, her face burning red as she exploded.
"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!"
Stiletto blinked once as she went on:
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU BASTARD!"
Raising her fist, she began striking his chest. The blows were weak—shockingly so. That was just how vast the gap was between a Mortal and a Stage 2 combatant.
Stiletto didn't react as she kept hitting him.
There was no point.
Better she let it all out now than later. Besides, it didn't matter. She was completely in his hands, unable to do a single thing.
Exactly as he'd planned.
'Ahh~ I've waited for this moment solong..."
A grin crept across his face as Lyria continued to pound at his chest.
'So sweet~"
Still, he didn't want to let this drag on for too long. True, he wanted his payback in full—but pushing her past the point of no return served no purpose. He reminded himself that, in the end, he wanted to maintain at least a neutral relationship with the Goddess. Preferably a good one.
After all, it was highly likely the two of them would spend the rest of their lives side by side.
If he wanted to get where he intended to be in life, having the Goddess at his side would make things far easier. Her limitless potential alone made her invaluable. Also, Stiletto would be lying if he claimed that having plenty of sex with her hadn't factored into that decision as well.
Even so, he doubted she would ever be more than a slave—and, optimistically, perhaps a friend.
Truthfully, he wasn't sure where to go from here. It was the first time anyone had ever directed such raw, unrestrained anger toward him, and it unsettled him more than he expected.
What complicated things further was that today was supposed to be the day he finally gave the Goddess her system—fulfilling the conditions outlined under {Fallen Goddess} and fucking her to his heart's content. That, however, was exactly where the problem lay...
Stiletto hated the idea of forcing himself on a woman. The thought alone made his stomach twist.
There was something undeniably enticing about sharing a bed with someone who genuinely yearned for him just as much. A woman who chose it willingly.
It was sexy.
The opposite, however, was not. Even if she was his "slave," ordering someone to pleasure him against their will was something that turned him off. Maybe if that person were completely beyond saving... but oddly enough, he felt the Goddess existed somewhere in between.
Sure, she'd mocked him relentlessly from the moment they met, wielding her arrogance like a blade. But over the past month, he'd gotten to know her—at least a little. She was still unbelievably conceited and voiced her annoyances whenever she pleased, yet despite all that—she wasn't entirely unbearable.
Most of the time, she kept to herself, rarely leaving her room unless Stiletto called for her or told her to handle his punishment chores in his place. Strangely enough, she always complied. Outside looking in, it wouldn't have been anything special—a slave master ordering his slave. But the fact was, Stiletto had never ordered her as her master when he asked her to do the chores. She only complained outwardly, then did as she was told.
Aside from ordering her to stay silent about the slave matter and using his authority at night to tease and break her, he'd rarely needed to invoke the slave order at all.
More than that, she'd formed an unexpected friendship with his sister, Ellie. At first, Stiletto hadn't truly considered Elaine or Thomas his siblings—but over the weeks they'd spent together, and perhaps influenced by his predecessor's lingering attachments, he'd grown a little closer to both of them.
He hated to say it...
But Lyria was kind of pleasant.
Yet she deserved this—for having toyed with his life for her own amusement.
'I've decided...'
If need be, he would order her to have sex with him. Just this once. After that, he would rebuild their relationship into something at least tolerable.
It would probably leave a foul taste in his mouth, but he wanted to get his point across.
Looking down, he watched as Lyria's fists grew weaker and weaker. Her anger slowly gave way to despair as her strength failed her entirely. Tears streamed down her face as she finally collapsed, dropping to the floor at his feet. It was as if she'd reverted to a child—having thrown a tantrum in blind fury, only to break down once it was over.
Her head dipped as she spoke between ragged sniffles:
"You don't even know what I've had to go through because of you..."
Stiletto watched her sob in silence.
Even so—despite the tears, despite everything—there was one thing he wanted to hear more than anything. Without ordering, he asked:
"Apologize."
It was clear as day that the beautiful, once-powerful, condescending Goddess would never apologize on her own—even if her life depended on it.
"I'm sorry..."
Stiletto flinched.
'W—What...'
He froze, genuinely shocked.
"G—Good! Uh..."
This was awkward.
Stiletto's grand room echoed with the Goddess's sobs as the moments dragged on. He would have ordered her to stop crying—but he couldn't control her emotions. If he had, her favorability meter wouldn't have been so low.
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[Watchful Eye]
(Lyria)
Stage: 1
Race: Goddess
Gender: Female
Age: —
Height: 5'6
Skills: None
Favorability: 10/100 (IRRELEVANT)
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Surprisingly, her meter had jumped fifty points since he'd first met her in this world—but her impression of him was still poor.
Her crying eventually subsided into quiet sniffles. She stared down at the damp floor, legs sprawled without care, muttering incoherently:
"How...? I should've been able to smell him..."
Stiletto raised an eyebrow, still standing over her.
"What was that?"
Lyria glanced up at him, nose running, eyes unfocused—and stayed silent.
He gave her a moment. When it became clear she wasn't going to answer, he continued:
"Oh, I see you'd rather not talk. Good. Then get up."
Instantly, Lyria's eyes widened as she obeyed. He hadn't asked—he'd ordered her.
"W—what are you going to… to do to me?!"
Stilleto shrugged.
"You've probably been subconsciously begging me to let you cum for a while now, right? Well... that wait's over."
"Huh? What do—"
"Strip."
Within seconds, the Goddess's clothes were tossed aside.
This wasn't new to her—but after what he'd said, panic crept in.
"B—Begging you?! You fucking wish!"
Stiletto tilted his head, gazing down at her pussy.
"You sure?"
Lyria froze, following his gaze—only then noticing her inner thighs were slightly wet.
'Huh? Since when?!'
Heat rushed to her face as she turned away.
Stiletto gave a short chuckle and continued:
"Deny it all you want. Get on the bed."
Lyria watched in horror as her body moved on its own once more.
'Not again. Stop—just stop... Stop moving, you useless fucking body!'
Climbing onto the bed, she buried her face in the sheets, arching her back out of habit—raising her meaty ass without a second thought. It was the position Stiletto forced her in night after night. His orders.
Except this time… that order hadn't come. Her body had moved on its own—without his command.
She could have simply sat on the bed, but instead slipped naturally into position.
A drop of liquid trailed down her thigh.
'...'
Her face still burning red, a strange look crossing her face, she berated herself:
'FUCK! STOP IT!'
Swiftly, she flipped around and sat upright on the edge of the bed, embarrassed.
What met her gaze made her heart speed up. Stiletto stood there, grinning smugly as he began to lift his shirt.
"You look pretty excited over there, Lyria~ Don't worry—I'll be with you in just a moment."
"You don't get to say my name."
Stiletto laughed.
"Then don't call me by mine. What should I use instead for you—Goddess?"
He paused, mockery dripping from his tone:
"And you'll call me 'Cute Little Gerbil,' right?!"
Lyria scoffed.
"Maybe I should! Calling you human gives you too much credit! Even a rodent ranks higher than you! You should be grateful a Goddess like me even honored you with a name!"
Within seconds, Stiletto closed the distance between them, stripped down to his pants. He grabbed her hair roughly and yanked her forward, their foreheads colliding.
He locked eyes with her, his tone stripped of all humor.
"You better watch your fucking mouth. One wrong word—and I'll treat you a whole lot worse."
Stiletto relished the fear in her eyes as he continued:
"And drop the Goddess act. You've already internally gotten used to being human—because at this point, you're no different from one. Useless. If you still carried yourself with that confidence you had as a Goddess, I'm sure you wouldn't have apologized to me earlier.
He pulled her even closer, their lips nearly touching. Lyria could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her chest as he spoke again:
"I think you're just starting to realize it yourself... your body craves me. You need me now. Otherwise... your body wouldn't be reacting..."
Reaching down, he plunged two fingers inside her pussy with ease, her warm walls squeezing him.
"...like this."
Stifling a moan as well as she could, she clenched her jaw:
"UrrRrgH—you... you really love deluding yourself, don't you?"
Stiletto only grinned, withdrawing his fingers as he released her hair. Her body shuddered at the sudden motion as he spoke again:
"Suit yourself. Not that it matters anyway. Lean back and spread your legs."
"H—what?!"
Her body began to move as a flood of thoughts crashed through her mind. Panic set in—until Stiletto slipped out of his pants before her eyes. His cock, stiff and pulsing, sprang forward.
'So that's how it looks...'
Her mind went blank.
'..Big.'
Her pussy twitched.
Immediately, she shook her head hard, unable to rein in her thoughts.
'FUCK! STOP IT... DAMMIT!'
This was the first time she'd ever seen Stiletto naked. All those nights, she had been the only one. And after catching glimpses of his bulge time and time again, curiosity crept in, and she'd wondered—inevitably—what it actually looked like.
Abruptly, Lydia's voice became high-pitched, desperation in her tone:
"No, no, no! Please—okay, OKAY! I GET IT!"
Stiletto had mounted the bed, lining his throbbing cock at her entrance.
Peering down at her as he pinned her wrists, he watched as the Goddess's face turned even redder, her head turning aside in a futile attempt to hide it. Her massive breasts—and wide nipples—rose with each hurried breath, her slim waist and thick thighs impossible to ignore. Despite her mental attempts to resist, her pussy was soaked—having been trained over the past month to respond to Stiletto.
It was truly divine.
Turning back to face him as his tip pressed against her, she frantically blurted, scrambling for anything that might get her out of the situation:
"I—I'm really sorry! I'll say it as many times as you need! Oh—I know! How about I—"
"Not interested."
And in one full, deep motion, he pushed his cock inside her.
"NnnGhhMMMgHH—FUCK!"