Ch.373[Epilogue] The Foreign Lady on the Desk

Matonika had reportedly lived a difficult life for the past year. She had lost her powers and was being pursued by federal forces. Due to being publicly wanted by the government, she couldn’t even work part-time jobs among humans.

Nevertheless, she had vowed never to bow her head to the enemy.

Proudly as an avatar of a foreign god, and elegantly as a being different from humans. She said she would survive somehow, no matter how dirty her life became, without losing her pride, waiting for the time of revenge.

That Matonika was now…

“Sob, it’s delicious… so delicious…”

She had become a dog of capitalism.

What is the most miserable and desolate thing in the world? Well, unless you’re diagnosed with an incurable disease and living on borrowed time, I’d say it’s starvation. Being hungry is more terrible than anything else.

An avatar would be no different.

Clatter.

Matonika, who had been devouring fried rice mindlessly, put down her spoon. She had scraped up every last grain of rice. She wiped her mouth casually and said:

“Don’t get the wrong idea. Just because you treated me to this doesn’t mean I forgive you.”

“You eat well and then talk nonsense.”

“This is what being an avatar is all about.”

Seti laughed and retorted.

“What avatar? You’ve lost all your powers. If you’re an avatar, then I’m the foreign god of wealth.”

“Shut up!”

Matonika jumped to her feet. She glared at Seti with a growl. Seti, showing no sign of surprise, pulled out her Money Gun.

“T-that…! That thing from earlier!”

“Yes, it’s a gun. An excellent communication tool.”

Click.

Seti pressed the Money Gun against Matonika’s forehead.

“Know your place, avatar. If I touch this screen a few times, you’re finished. Even if you’re not taken by federal police, an assassin I’ve hired will blow your head off.”

“W-what nonsense!”

“You think I can’t do it?”

Matonika trembled. Currently, she was nothing more than an unremarkable girl. Weak in strength and unable to use foreign god techniques. The trumpet and flagpole that were once her trademarks are now gone.

“Of course, the most orthodox method would be to hand you over to the government. Since you’re a former avatar, they’d have plenty to research. And, well. After they’ve extracted all your bone marrow…”

“…Then what?”

Seti made a slicing motion across her neck.

“You’ll die.”

Since ancient times, the principle has been to execute avatars on the spot. Especially named ones like Matonika.

That’s why I didn’t reveal Sonia and Cartesia’s identities.

“There’s something called an ‘Avatar Catalog’ in the federal military. If you’re listed there, it’s immediate execution, no questions asked. And I see you’re registered there?”

“N-no way.”

Matonika pulled back her chair and stood up. She slowly backed away with a terrified expression.

“You gave me food just to… sell me out from the beginning…?”

“That’s right. I put sleeping pills in the food.”

“What? Ugh, bleeeeh!”

“Just kidding.”

“Cough, hack, wheeze!”

Seti lowered her Money Gun.

“It’s mercy.”

“Mercy?”

“I could have reported you to the authorities earlier. There was no need to spend money feeding you and putting sleeping pills in your food.”

“N-now that you mention it. But if you reported me, you could get a reward from that precious government of yours?”

I was curious about that too. She could earn a nice side income by turning in someone who was her enemy, without any guilt.

Seti snorted with laughter.

“For that petty cash?”

“You…”

“I’m expensive. Except for brother Eidel, people should tip me every second just to meet me. And what? Report you? Should I waste my precious time reporting you to the police?”

“Wow… you’re completely obnoxious.”

“What? Obnoxious?”

Seti fired her Money Gun. With a buzzing sound, checks worth 10 million credits fluttered down in front of Matonika. Her eyes widened.

“Say that again.”

“You think I’d bow my head to you for this kind of money?”

Brrrr.

“Again.”

“Even if you gave me billions, I would still consider you my enemy! My loyalty to Lord Sturm will never change!”

Brrrrr.

“Again.”

This time, checks worth 100 million came out.

Wow, how much is all this?

Seti raised her head and said in a cold tone:

“Keep talking. What did you say about my way of speaking?”

“Ugh, y-you’re so rude! I must speak my mind even if I suffer terribly! Even if I’ve lost everything, my pride at least…”

Brrrrrrrrrr!

1 billion.

“…W-wow, you’re absolutely amazing, miss.”

Money truly is great.

***

And so Matonika was dragged—no, sold—to Seti.

I heard it was to help with the development of 6th generation androids, but I don’t know the details.

Anyway, what’s important is something else.

The start of the semester is approaching.

And I have to withstand the wave of attacks from my wives.

Ah.

What should I do?

It was already exhausting dealing with just Ireh and Sonia, but I still had Zernya, Rustila, and Cartesia left.

Especially Rustila. She’s the scariest.

Anyway, now that everything is over, I should have my “first experience” with Rustila too, but I don’t know how much that athletic body of hers will squeeze me. I might die if I’m not careful.

With these worries, I returned to my university lab late at night.

“Hmm.”

My lab.

Just looking around makes me feel good.

Being here recharges my energy, so to speak. It’s comfortable. This place feels more like home than my actual home.

[“Indeed, being here increases your stamina.”]

A sudden voice.

Startled, I looked up. A black, sticky hole had formed on the ceiling. It was a dimensional gate.

“Interesting. Fascinating in many ways.”

Through that gate, a foreign god revealed herself.

Cartesia.

She landed lightly on my desk and brought her face close to mine.

“Hello? It’s been a while, my other half.”

“You, after not showing up all this time…”

“That’s because I can’t reveal myself outside. I don’t want to die from a gravity cannon.”

Cartesia looked around and continued.

“I was very disappointed that you didn’t come home or here all this time. Did you dislike spending intimate time with me that much?”

“No, it’s not that I dislike it…”

I need to answer carefully here.

First, my energy has recovered somewhat after a few days. But with the semester starting and many preparations to make, it’s still too much strain on my back.

But my opponent is a foreign god.

No, let me think.

There must be a way to escape from this foreign god girl without being squeezed dry. Why, isn’t there a saying that even if you enter a tiger’s den, you can return alive if you keep your wits about you?

“Want to?”

Cartesia asked.

“Sure.”

I answered.

“Let’s write a paper.”

I picked up some documents that happened to be nearby. It was material about using gravity particles to control black holes, and through this, obtaining nearly infinite energy.

This was the research that Seti and I were pushing these days.

“Look at this. With this, humanity will have an energy source that surpasses nuclear fusion.”

“So you’re using black holes as an energy source?”

“That’s right.”

“Hmm.”

Cartesia looked at the research material and then sat on my lap.

“Interesting.”

“Right?”

“I didn’t expect a youngster like you to desire me first in this way.”

“It’s not like it’s the first time we’ve written papers together… huh?”

The next moment.

Cartesia turned around and stole my lips. A scent that was neither sweet nor sour enveloped my nose.

The kiss, as fierce as waves crashing against a breakwater, nearly took my breath away. It was intense and merciless. My lips were painted with her breath.

“Phew.”

“…W-why are you suddenly doing this?”

“Youngster, you seduced me first.”

“When did I!”

“Energy extraction using black holes. Black holes are me. And energy is mass, and mass is essentially a child, isn’t it?”

I was at a loss for words. It was logically sound. I couldn’t refute it.

Click.

Cartesia’s tentacles locked the lab door. She also closed all the window curtains. Silence descended on the already dim interior.

A research office of just six pyeong.

The room was already cramped, and now it became even more so with blue tentacles filling the space.

Escape is impossible.

“Well then… shall we begin our research?”

I should prepare myself thoroughly.

***

When Eidel went on his honeymoon with Ireh and Sonia.

There was a time when Cartesia took over Sonia’s body during their passionate lovemaking.

But unlike Sonia, who had fiercely driven Eidel, Cartesia trembled at the unfamiliar sensation as soon as she took over Sonia’s body.

She had no tolerance.

So she had been training.

She read many papers about men, and stood quietly in the 7th dimension watching other humans mate.

Curiosity led to observation, and observation found patterns that eventually gave birth to theory.

Therefore, her heart was full of confidence.

“I’ll give you an interesting quest.”

“…What now?”

“The climax game.”

Eidel frowned.

“The rules are simple. While researching with me today, whoever climaxes more gets pregnant.”

“What…”

Eidel thought.

Something seems wrong.

If Cartesia is this confident, Phil must be planning to use a trick.

Come to think of it, isn’t she from the Descartes lineage?

Being able to manipulate the mind means being able to manipulate sexual pleasure as well.

Suddenly, this mischievous foreign god’s plan became clear.

So he made a counter-proposal.

“Let’s modify the rules a bit.”

“How?”

“No techniques that affect the mind can be used.”

“…Huh?”

It hit the mark. Cartesia’s expression showed surprise.

“Surely a transcendent being wouldn’t use cheap tricks in research with a mere mortal? Nothing could be more petty than that.”

“…Tsk. Do as you please.”

Cartesia nodded.

But it couldn’t end there.

If you can’t avoid it, enjoy it. Recalling this lesson, Eidel smiled slyly and added another condition.

“How about counting three climaxes for each time someone passes out?”

“Can you handle it?”

“Can you?”

“I’m confident I can go all the way with a clear mind. I’m asking because it might be an unfair fight for you.”

Eidel snorted.

“Scared?”

Cartesia narrowed her brow. She covered Eidel’s lips again.

“Mmm, smooch. Such a cute youngster.”

It was a signal of acceptance.

Foreign god and human.

And so began the battle of pure physical prowess, with rank insignia removed.