21: Not so miraculous
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21: Not so miraculous

Now, for my fourth work of divine intervention, I shall aid a young man who wants help with the mines! Except apparently he wants a fuckdoll that makes iron beads… No! That’s not sufficiently monstrous at all! At least the special fuck dolls I made earlier were designed to transform into someone’s most desired appearance with the intention of being the best seducers an inanimate object could be! Like a trap! A fuck doll that makes iron beads? That’s entirely too simple and easy for people.

… Admittedly, something similar was my first thought too. It’s just that, after seeing a fairy get born of one of my eggs, I find myself unhappy with just letting things happen completely unplanned. I don’t want a world full of “monsters” that are no different from humans. If I wanted to go full fantasy tropes, I could make dwarves for the mines, and elves for the forests, but those aren’t monstrous at all! Why do they even count?!?! Stupid rules.

Thinking back on the conversation that got me into this whole divine mess… I want to convince people to submit to being fucked by monsters all the time. Not just occasionally. I should make a sex pod. Get in, get fucked silly for a day, and get paid? Should probably make the time spent something a person can choose before getting in.

“No, no way, not my thing at all.”

Damnit. He doesn’t like my idea.

… after a day of arguing, I gave up and sent him away. This day was a failure! I’m not here to create people’s ideal girl friends. I want to make monsters, and convince people to have sex with them, and give people mind blowing levels of sexual pleasure… wait, am I upset that people want more than just a fucking good time? 

… Love isn’t in my domains, just pleasure, sex, and monsters. I have no interest in getting people to fall in love with my monsters. If anything, I want couples to enjoy the monsters together. I should make beds.

Since the day was a failure, I convinced Alpha to become a body pillow for me to hug in bed. 

“I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for? It’s no big deal that you weren’t able to satisfy him, Lae.”

“It’s not that. I feel like I’m taking advantage of you, Alpha”

“I’m not doing anything I don’t want to do. I’m your number one assistant!”

“And if I understood things right, you love me too. This isn’t just work or friendliness for you.”

“Uh… h-how did you find that out?”

“A title I got called Slime Seducer. The timing made it clear it had to be you.”

“Oh… are you saying you don’t love me?”

“Not romantically. I care about you, but it’s more like how I care about friends. You aren’t someone I’d want to marry or start a family with… I’m sorry, I can’t give you want you want.”

“How do you know what I want? Maybe I want exactly what I have now!”

“Do you?”

“... um… I don’t think so. I don’t really know what I want. It’s not something I’ve figured out yet. That’s kinda why I never said anything.”

“Well, if you figure it out, feel free to ask me for it. I just don’t think I can give it.”

“You just want a friend to hug for comfort that will give you mind blowing sex, huh?”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m satisfied for now.”

“I hope you find someone who can give you what you want some day.”

“Me too, Lae. Me too.”

***Author Note***

Rolled a 1 for Lae’s attempt at persuasion.

Rolled a 19 for how persistently stubborn the young man would be with his preferred solution.

I was originally planning to do the various solutions to problems as a series of quick summaries in just a couple chapters, but it’s been turning into a much longer winded day by day story instead. 

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