Side Story: GM’s Card (4)

Domain of the War God Alia – Deepest Chamber

Alia’s Room

“So… let me get this straight. You taught Rebecca card games, trained her intensively, and won the tournament just to collect three cards because you’re curious about… intercourse between men and women?”

Alia asked with an incredulous expression.

“I mean, you kind of oversimplified my explanation, but… yeah, that’s about right!”

Deus replied with a pure, innocent smile.

“Unbelievable…”

Even as someone who had known her for millennia, Alia couldn’t anticipate Deus’s erratic behavior. 

But this? This was a new level of ridiculous curiosity.

“If you were curious, couldn’t you have just asked? Why drag Albus all the way here? Seriously… unbelievable.”

Alia glanced at Albus, who was tied up with divine ropes, unconscious from being kidnapped by Deus. 

Her disbelief left her nearly speechless.

“But I collected all three cards! I have the winner’s rights, don’t I?”

“…You are unrelentingly cheerful in every situation.”

It seemed Deus, oblivious to the seriousness of the situation, hadn’t considered how her actions might provoke chaos among Albus’s “wives.”

After the Demon God incident, the number of women around Albus had skyrocketed. 

Their clashes grew frequent, as each was a high-ranking being unwilling to back down. 

To avoid worsening disputes, they had formed a “Wives’ Association”—an uneasy pact to share Albus’s time and attention.

Albus, unaware of the association’s detailed agreements, merely knew it existed. 

If he understood the full extent, he might have been baffled, asking, “Am I an object to be divided?”

The wives had even allocated time slots for Albus’s companionship, forbidding unsanctioned private moments with him. 

Alone time risked their possessive urges spiraling out of control. 

Albus’s first night as a husband? 

Shared by all.

Thus, Deus’s unsanctioned kidnapping could provoke chaos. 

Worse, if the demon-loving maniac or Albus’s reincarnated nemesis found out, a divine war might reignite.

“Um? Why?”

The carefree main god, tilting her head in confusion, had caused this mess with her impulsive “prank.”

“How did you even manage to kidnap Albus? Your powers shouldn’t work on him,” Alia pressed.

Albus had fortified his divinity through battles with the [System] and the Demon God. 

His invincible divine status as GM—God Master—was unmatched.

“…”

Meanwhile, Albus, feigning unconsciousness, listened to the conversation.

‘To think he’d bring me to Alia’s room…’

Moments ago, Deus had presented three cards to Albus, declaring her intentions with alarming innocence.

“So, sleep for a bit, okay?” –

Caught off guard by Deus’s absurd proclamation, Albus had reluctantly played along. 

Deus seemed to believe the cards granted her absolute authority over him. 

Seeing her sparkling eyes, Albus couldn’t bring himself to harshly refuse.

And so, pretending to be unconscious, he ended up being carried to Alia’s chamber.

‘But what is she thinking?’

Deus’s curiosity about “trying things” baffled him. 

She had shown little interest in such matters before, her attention fixated on finding new dopamine-fueled thrills.

“Listen, Alia, my friend! I want to have intercourse!” Deus declared.

“Hah… Do you realize that I am Albus’s wife?”

Alia’s serene brow furrowed deeply.

“Are you seriously saying this to his wife’s face?”

A bold and audacious request indeed.

“Friend!”

“There are boundaries, even between friends!”

“But listen, Alia,” Deus pressed, her mischievous grin unwavering. 

“I have these three cards created by Albus himself. With these, he has to grant my wishes—anything I command!”

“…That’s… technically correct.”

Alia’s eyes narrowed. 

It was undeniable. 

The cards held divine authority, but they were not meant for this.

“So you see, I told Albus to sleep, and here we are!”

“…What?”

Alia’s voice cracked as Deus proudly confessed to hypnotizing her husband.

“Now, don’t get mad. This benefits you, too,” Deus added slyly.

“Benefits me?!” 

Alia exclaimed, bewildered but compelled to hear more.

“You must have things you’ve wanted to try with Albus but couldn’t ask for, right? Hesitations, worries he might find it strange?”

Deus’s tone turned seductive, her words like the whispers of a mischievous devil.

“…!”

Alia flushed, her composure slipping.

Her married life with Albus wasn’t lacking. 

He cherished her and did his utmost to fulfill her desires during their time together. 

But she had long buried deeper, unspoken fantasies—ones shaped by eons of being a goddess of chastity.

“You can realize all those fantasies now,” Deus whispered, taking Alia’s trembling hand.

Betray Albus? –

Unleash your desires on your sleeping husband?! –

Alia’s conscience spun in turmoil, the virtuous goddess struggling with temptation.

Meanwhile, Albus, still pretending to sleep, nearly bolted upright.

‘Why are they undressing me?!’

Before anyone realized, Alia had stripped off all of his clothes.

Now lying completely naked in front of Deus and Alia was Albus.

It felt as though the timing to brush it off as a joke and laugh had long passed.

Lick.

“U-ugh! Th-that’s…!”

Creak.

“I… I must endure…! If I react here, it’ll only make things worse!”

Squelch.

As the mythological indulgence of two goddesses and one god unfolded, a conclusion was reached.

“Hah… So this is what Albus tastes like,” Deus said, stretching with a satisfied expression.

In stark contrast, Alia lifted Albus, who was lying there, drenched in the goddesses’ fluids.

“I’m so sorry, Albus…! I’m so, so sorry…! What have I done?!”

Like a moment etched in sacred scripture, akin to the Virgin Mary cradling a saint, Alia held Albus tightly, overcome with grief.

She had betrayed the man she loved, unable to suppress her lust.

Though Albus might never know, the scars would remain on his body—a vivid testament to her sinful indulgence.

Alia sobbed uncontrollably, consumed by guilt.

“Even though I have already given my body to you, I swear again on my divinity.”

Hum.

“I, Alia, am yours. Eternally yours. Even if the universe perishes and time itself resets, I shall forever remain your possession.”

Alia’s divine core, wrapped in chains, became bound to Albus. 

It was a ritual of submission, an attempt to atone for her sins against him.

Of course, Alia had no way of knowing that Albus, overwhelmed by the pleasure of their union, had pretended to be asleep to mask his satisfaction.

***

The Third Floor of the Labyrinth Tower: The Domain of the First Emperor

“I don’t understand, GM. Wasn’t it just the three of you? Why go through such lengths to run away after summoning Axel?”

The First Emperor placed a card on the table, pondering Albus’s story.

“I thought the same at first,” Albus replied, sighing deeply as he countered the Emperor’s card with a trap card.

“But Cambria and I are connected through our souls. Even though our bodies are separate, any intense emotions or pleasure are transmitted to the other.”

This connection meant that even when Alia and Deus secretly indulged with Albus in the dark, pretending not to notice, Cambria immediately sensed it.

“Hahaha! You’re talking about the goddess, aren’t you? With a shared soul, there’s no way to hide it!”

The Emperor played a magic card depicting a bonfire, continuing the game.

“So when Cambria charged at me with a whip to ‘discipline’ me… Let’s just say I’d rather avoid being on the receiving end. Especially not from another version of myself…”

Albus triggered a cockroach card to counter the Emperor’s fire elemental card.

“Is that why you fled here?”

The Emperor retaliated with a card depicting a ghost with an oversized forehead capable of playing tic-tac-toe. 

The ghost devoured the cockroach, allowing him to continue his moves.

“Yes. Cambria would never imagine I’d hide here.”

Although the Emperor ruled the third floor and claimed to be the GM’s loyal servant, his tendency to regress into childlike dependence on his master ensured he wouldn’t interfere with Albus.

“Well, that makes sense. Cambria wouldn’t expect you to befriend me over card games.”

And so, with no fear of Cambria’s pursuit, Albus decided to stay hidden and play cards with Ahenobarbus.

“Make yourself at home, GM. Everything here is at your disposal,” 

Ahenobarbus said, spreading out his cards.

“By the way, Emperor, how many summons have you used so far?” 

Albus asked, smiling as he flipped an asteroid card from his hand.

“You shouldn’t expand recklessly without preparation.”

A massive meteor fell from the sky.

“Do you think so?”

Although Albus’s card was set to obliterate the field, the Emperor grinned and played a magic card, summoning a blonde knight who cleaved the meteor in half.

“Every move has its purpose.”

“Why do you have everything?!”

Bang!

Albus slammed the table in frustration.

And then he felt it—a foreboding sensation behind him.

“What does ‘everything’ mean?”

A colossal presence loomed behind him, cutting through space. 

Cambria had arrived.

“Did she sense my location through the emotions stirred by the card game?!”

Albus dared not turn around.

“I warned you, didn’t I? If you cheat, I’ll devour you.”

Cambria grabbed Albus and began dragging him away.

“You broke the rules, so you must face the punishment.”

“W-wait! I’m sorry! Please, just this once!”

Desperate, Albus reached out to the Emperor for help.

“Emperor! Save me!”

The Emperor rose, ready to act.

But Cambria’s piercing glare forced him to sit back down, trembling.

“She’s the GM too, isn’t she? I can’t go against her…” the Emperor rationalized, frozen with fear.

“W-wait! Cambria! I’m a man! That’s not what that’s for! Stop! Nooooo!”

The Emperor shut his eyes, covering his ears, trembling as Albus’s cries faded into the distance.