Case 279: Recruiting a goddess.

Case 279: Recruiting a goddess.

Recently, I've been feeling that my lovers take really good care of me—like, really good care—to the point that it has become a bit uncomfortable.

As I just found out, they are worried that Eva will swoop in and take me away from them.

''Pfft—hahahah!''

What? For something that silly?

At first glance, they all seem to be seriously concerned over this. I mean, I suppose being in a large harem does facilitate the problem, but... it's me.

''Haven't I already sworn to be yours forever?''

'''' ... ''''

Okay, they still look skeptical. How about this?

''Fine, fine. Do you think I'd give up on sooo many hot girls loving me?''

When I say that with a bitchy smile, the girls' expressions begin to ease, looking like I've finally convinced them. The fact of the matter is, I'm just a slut. I love a lot of people, and I'm truly glad these girls can tolerate that.

Why would I ever abandon such devoted and loving partners?

The more I explain it that way, the more my party members seem to relax.

I guess Luna is out of this since she is more amused than anything, and she isn't my lover... yet, anyway. To be honest, she hasn't made too many advances toward me, so I'm not sure.

Maybe we can have time for that later.

For now, freeing the old office lady—Eva—comes first.

Just thinking about that shy person traveling with us is exciting. It's only been a few days, but I'm already missing her co—her scent... and her embrace, yes.

So, after giving each of my partners' glans a reassuring kiss, I urge them to continue cramming AI knowledge into their heads.

Fortunately, this one is a very hot topic at the moment on Earth, so finding good materials is not a difficult task. Fortunately, upon calculating the amount of energy required to bring the final product to life, we realize that it will only take a bit more time.

Still, dangers lurk around us, so we are continuing to be careful in our daily lives. Even with divine perceptions, there are supposedly underhand ways someone can get us, according to Luna, so we can't be too relaxed.

To keep up with what is happening outside, we have someone briefing the situation at the borders daily, and even to other places, we have communication lines established as well.

The results of sending our first fleet of bombers to the frontline are incredible.

Carrying large batches of mana-fueled bombs that add up to the equivalent of tonnes and tonnes of TNT, they blitz through the sky, destroying the targets before they can be recognized.

It's quite insane to think that by me giving some bald researchers blueprints, countless lives of soldiers can be saved. Our researchers aren't bald, by the way. Hardly any elf gets bald, unsurprisingly.



So, receiving permission to switch majors, I begin to hold a new dream of being an architect and venture into the roads of building large machinery.

The goal: a machine that does the job well with little to no maintenance and can withstand attacks without going down.

Let's say Anna will temper the outer protection layer, which solves the material problem. After a quick dive into the current system, I also find out the method to connect the system to the inner parts of the planet.

So now, I need a design...

''Hm...''

Once the topic fully draws me in, I become locked in right away, allowing for a seamless session of binge studying that lasts for days. Overall, it is going very well.

''Sylvie.''

''Hm...?''

''Wanna hop on my lap real quick?''

''Later. Endure it for a while.''

Instances like this where members of our party request bedding me happen every now and then, but I'm too absorbed in this whole building design stuff now.

Eh... I do feel bad, but they can suppress their lust now, so it'll probably be fine. I'll just get gangbanged later, I guess.



''...It's done.''

It's actually done.

No, really. The AI machine thingy is done!

After days and weeks of suffering, we've finally freed Eva...!

Here I stand before a magnificent tower made entirely of Anna-reinforced metal, soaring amidst the large trees that almost pierce the clouds.

This is the machine, and it's working.

Since we need it to connect to the planet, we can't have it in someone's pocket dimension. So, we collectively decided to put it in the druids' forest, which has the best natural defense due to the oversized trees.

No one can really break this masterpiece, anyway.

''Heheh... hm?''

As I turn behind me to my partners, the reality slowly sets in, telling me that—

'It's time to get fucked, little slut lady.'