Chapter 41:

　　"Now that you're here, could I ask a few favors from you?" I asked Cute-sama as we strolled hand in hand through my prized schoolyard botanical garden of everlasting cherry trees.

　　"Last night still wasn't enough?" Cute-sama pouted, cupping her own breasts as if to measure their efficacy.

　　"It will never be enough no matter how many times we do it." I kissed her on the lips, making her blush self-consciously.

　　"Well, okay, I did say anywhere. . ." Cute-sama started to slip her one-piece white dress down off her shoulders.

　　"No no no no no." I quickly grabbed her sleeves and pulled them back up before her bioluminescent alabaster breasts and cherry upturned nipples completely deviated the conversation.

　　"There were some things I wanted through the power of science or magic that just never worked out. But it should be easy for you, as a miracle from God." I quickly explained.

　　"Mmhmm." Cute-sama affirmed, casually sneaking her hand back into mine again and naturally interlacing our fingers.

　　"Most importantly, I want a perfect memory. I'm so tired of forgetting people's names or faces or the conversations or intimacies we've shared. I feel like the full image of my wives' bodies should be available to me whenever I want, in whatever clothes or lack of clothes I've ever seen them in. These things shouldn't fade away. I earned them and they're mine now. If you think it's a good idea, you could give it to everyone else too. I can't be the only one tired of forgetting precious things." I enumerated.

　　"How about this?" Cute-sama offered. "I'll restore all your pleasant memories to perfection, and whenever you're feeling happy in the future those memories will be archived too. Then you can relive them so crisply it will be like you were in a virtual reality machine experiencing them first-hand whenever you want. I'll give the same ability to everyone else too -- if they don't like it they can always ask me to remove it again. But I don't know why anyone would."

　　"Onegaishimasu." I fervently prayed to my savior.

　　"Yasui-mono." Cute-sama waved her free hand and it was done.

　　I felt the change instantly. Not only was I feeling Cute-sama's hand within mine in the moment, the sight of her face and body as we walked together through the pleasant smelling sakura in full bloom, I was feeling it for all time. I had a room where the present was filling in and a key to the past I could twist and unlock whenever I wanted.

　　"Next we could use cold sleep. Sometimes people want to take a break and wake up later. Plus, there's the issue with rebels. You see, Eden belongs to me. I don't want anyone who disagrees with me about anything living on it. That just breeds conflict and bad feelings. Eventually it would end like Earth in a sea of ash. But I don't feel the need to execute everyone who disagrees with me over every little thing. If they want to try their luck elsewhere with their own ideas, that's fine. Space has plenty of room for everyone. We have the spaceships ready to go, but the rebels, if they even permit themselves to be known, only appear a trickle at a time. Not nearly enough to make a viable go of it on another world. But with cold sleep everything could change. We could deep sleep anyone who doesn't like things here and pile them up in a starship until they have a colony's worth of people who agree with them and then ship them all out together. When they wake up they'll still have their full lifespan to give it a go." I explained.

　　"How very understanding of you." Cute-sama smiled at me happily. "Very well, I'll give you a building full of cold sleep pods." Cute-sama snapped. "Do you want me to identify all the disgruntled revolutionaries and put them all to sleep for you?"

　　"Yes, that would be splendid. Paradise is meant only for true believers, so if there are snakes in our midst I'd like them gone. Not dead. Just not here anymore." I gave the go ahead as mayor.

　　Cute-sama snapped again. "The traitors have been purged. They're all asleep in my provided pods, ready to be shipped once you feel there's enough. I also grouped them by ideological disagreement so you can easily stack them onto separate starships."

　　"Just to be safe, are any of my wives secretly against me?" I asked nervously.

　　"Nope, they all survived the great snap." Cute-sama made an obvious reference. "As for your children, I hope you weren't close to these eight. . ." Cute-sama scrunched up her forehead and tried to recall the names of people she'd never cared about until now.

　　"Sakura Mizrahi, Alicia, Coco, Nuts, Kazui, Salad, Hubert and August." Cute relayed.

　　"All by different mothers, huh? No real pattern of failure there. Can you tell me what they objected to?" I inquired.

　　"Sakura and Alicia thought you were too mean. They wanted democracy, human rights and all that jazz." Cute-sama swung our connected arms up and down with every step. "Coco and Nuts were gay for each other and always resented having to marry apart, so of course they were all aboard the LGBT liberation train. Kazui wanted to legalize drugs so he could take drugs all day. Hubert and August thought people should be put to work even if there was nothing useful to do and those who couldn't provide a useful service to others should starve to death on the streets. Salad wanted to castrate all men and feed them to pigs, starting with you, whom she considered especially vile due to your polygamous ways."

　　I sighed. Good riddance to the lot of them. Of course now I would have to explain to my eight wives why their eight children had suddenly been put into cryo-stasis, but it was no different from when I had executed Araragi. For the good of the whole infected parts had to be cut off.

　　"There's also lots of grandchildren and great-grandchildren but you don't care about them." Cute-sama reported.

　　I nodded. "If anyone else evolves into a dissident, could you give them a year of probation to see if it's just a phase? And then if they're dead set on overthrowing my law code put them into cold sleep under the appropriate starship category too."

　　"Aye aye." Cute-sama saluted me with her free hand.

　　"It'll be a while for enough bodies to pile up, but I hope they'll be happy with whatever changes they want to make together. As for Eden, we're happy just the way things are, and we don't want them to change to accommodate anyone else." I defended my tyrannous ways.

　　"I like the society you built. I want my children and grandchildren to grow up in this system. It's why I chose you. I don't want things to change. I want them to stay exactly the same. Otherwise marrying you would have been the biggest mistake of my life." Cute-sama backed me up.

　　"Okay, my next wish is pretty silly. But could you give all my children the option to look like the characters in the stories they were named after? And could you give me a sort of augmented reality where they all look like that to me whether they like it or not? It would also be nice if their voices were changed to sound like their original voice actor source. I can always turn it off if needs be but when I see them around town it would be nice to meet the characters I always envisioned them to be."

　　"What about when their source characters could transform?" Cute-sama asked.

　　"So like Gohan could be seen as Super Saiyan 2 or Kanade could be seen as Cure Rhythm? That would be so awesome! Let's make that a third option I can switch between when looking at them."

　　"Should their descendants also look like what they would look like if those characters' genes crossed?" Cute-sama asked.

　　"Right, give them that option too, and the augmented reality for me."

　　"Should these be see-through goggles as needed?" Cute-sama suggested.

　　". . ." This felt like a trap. Cute's voice was completely placid but it was definitely a trap! "Wh-why would I be interested in my own children's bodies when I already have so many great girls like you?"

　　"Why indeed?" Cute-sama gazed into my eyes. She could see through anything I said because I was staring into the face of God.

　　"I admit it! I'd love see-through goggles. I want to see all those eternally young bodies of all the beautiful characters I named my children after at my beck and call. But I still won't ask for them because that would be cheating and cheating is wrong. I know the difference between wanting something and it being okay to have it!"

　　"Can you really say that when you're already having Rin Nohara transform into all your daughters' namesakes as is?" Cute-sama lifted her eyebrows at my shamelessness.

　　"Fictional characters belong to everybody. If we held to that standard, everyone who ever played Da Capo would be cuckolding me. But a girl's actual body still belongs to herself." I made the careful distinction.

　　"But you know, the only reason you want to see their new faces and hair and clothed bodies is because you're attracted to them even then, so isn't it still cheating either way?" Cute-sama frowned.

　　"In that case every man on Eden would be cheating just by breathing so cut us some slack!" I implored.

　　Cute-sama sighed and turned to start walking with me again. "Augmented reality to see and hear your children's, grandchildren's and great-grandchildren's idealized forms. Done. What else can this Goddess miraculously gift you with today?"

　　"I'm not sure how long the Silver Crystal will last, but if we're all still happy together, could you prolong our eternal youth until we're not?" I asked.

　　"Done. I don't want you dying on me either." Cute-sama promised.

　　"Though there are probably lots of people who don't want to commit suicide, but were looking forward to a time limit to their lives. So let's say if someone is depressed or tired of life for five years running they'll die peacefully in their sleep without any forewarning, regardless of their age." I amended my wish.

　　"It's a good thing I can monitor everyone's thoughts and feelings at all times." Cute-sama sighed at my greediness. "Done. But I forbid you to die early on me. You have to stay happy with me for as long as I wish."

　　"That's fine." I agreed. So long as everyone precious to me could live and die as they pleased I didn't mind soldiering on for them.

　　"I guess. . .it would be nice if entropy didn't ultimately devour and destroy everything we've ever produced, rendering it all pointless." I said.

　　"The laws of physics are necessary for life so I can't adjust them. But I can promise you nothing of value from this universe will be lost. I can spin out new universes for your culture to continue in if there's still more to see from it. And if there's nothing left to see but lots to gaze fondly back upon, rest assured that I exist in a plane beyond entropy and I will remember all of you, everything you ever felt or thought or did, every sight there was to see. Everything that's ever been continues to live through me." Cute-sama promised.

　　I entrusted the fate of the universe to Cute, who seemed to have things well in hand, and went back to my specialty of petty selfish desires, "I want to impregnate my wives naturally but it would still be nice to be able to sex select the children that come from them."

　　"Just think of the sex you want when you're making love to them and I'll make sure the right sperm gets there. I'll even make sure it's the healthiest, smartest and most beautiful sperm of the litter. Of course I refuse to have anything but a daughter. Gods should only be modeled after Gods, and I am the true shape of God." Cute-sama pronounced.

　　"I wish Honoka, Mai and Riko could transform into Precure on their own, like Nozomi, Urara and HaruHaru can. Now that they're forever separated from their partners, it doesn't seem right for them to be missing such major elements from their lives. I'm sure they'd like the additional freedom and power, and as for me I just miss their costumes." I confessed.

　　"You told me to preserve their essential natures, so I maintained the fact that they were powerless on their own. Now you tell me you don't want to preserve their essential natures?" Cute-sama complained at my fickleness.

　　"Only in this one aspect, overall it was a good idea!" I protested.

　　"Fine, fine." Cute waved her hand, resignedly producing yet another miracle.

　　"The girls were hopeful about that holy radiation thing. . ." I mentioned.

　　"Half your genes and half your body is involved with digestion and waste elimination. I could get rid of bathroom breaks but afterwards you'd be more machine than man, twisted and evil." Cute-sama refused.

　　"It's not fair that only you get to remain pure." I whined.

　　"I've given you a lot already. Isn't this enough?" Cute-sama answered crossly.

　　Well, I tried my best. Sorry, waifus, God has decreed. She actually had granted some wonderful miracles already. With this, Paradise was approaching ever closer to my ideal.

　　"I'm sorry if I got too greedy and tried to take advantage of you. I mean to love you as my wife, not as a convenient miracle dispenser. You were probably feeling pretty objectified by the end there, huh?" I apologized.

　　"It's okay. You didn't wish for anything bad. If I were in your shoes I'd be wishing for stuff too. But I do wish you could treat me more like a normal girl. I guess you could say that's my wish to you." Cute-sama replied, squeezing my hand tight to communicate the earnestness of her desire.

　　"If you're going to be my normal 101st wife, then I can't play favorites." I warned Cute.

　　"I'm already entered into the front of the queue for pregnancies. I hear that means we get to have sex twice a month when it's our year, and once a year otherwise. And that no one gets left behind when it comes to baby-making. And that I have to take care of the baby all by myself once it's born." Cute-sama bravely accepted the well-worn system. "I'll miss you when you're away, but I'm omnipresent, so it will just be like before. I have fun watching you with the others too. I'm content to wait my turn for the interactive parts. It's like switching from a movie to a game, they're actually both pretty fun."

　　I smiled happily. You would think that God, due to her august majesty, would be a little more demanding of special attention, but it might be that her powers meant she could be the least demanding of all. My previous wives would not be happy even if it were God who started impinging on their time with me, so her willingness to defer to others was a huge relief.

　　"Since I'm spending my day with you already, let's continue with before and mark this the start of our new birthing season." I voiced my final wish.

　　Cute-sama looked to either side of her to see if we were alone, folded her wings into her back, and then slid her dress off her shoulders. Once the cloth had all pooled around her bare feet, she unfurled her wings again and splayed them out as far as they could go. "I can make an instant cocoon for us to lay within, so just climb on top of me." Cute-sama suggested.

　　I undressed and embraced her, kissing her on the lips as we sunk to our knees, and then she lay back on her wings like a sheet and wrapped them around my back as a blanket, pulling me into her. We made love in a cradle of feathers under a bower of falling cherry petals as I tried for my first demigod.