Aside from her eyes, what fascinated Taisu next was Saikyō Aiko's mouth.
When she was a child, her lips had been sweet with kindness—always able to speak gentle, comforting words that warmed those around her.
But after everything that happened to her family, silence took their place.
By the time she entered high school, those delicate lips—soft and pale like sakura petals—had closed for good.
Even when she did speak, the words that left them were distant, cold, and brief—delivered only out of necessity.
Taisu wondered, with distinct curiosity, how those lips would move toward him.
Would she pout and coo, rubbing her cheek against his like a kitten seeking comfort?
Would that frigid tone finally crack—trembling into a soft, reluctant moan when teased too far?
The Evil God Taisu truly wanted to know.
To him, Saikyō Aiko was not just a vessel but a realm, a treasure—an entire kingdom to be explored and admired.
And soon, he would get that chance.
Having left behind that grotesque birthplace of nightmare and rebirth, Aiko returned—on instinct, it seemed—to what passed for her "home."
Well… calling it home was generous.
It was no more than a temporary shelter, nothing more.
Twisting the rusted lock open with a strength far beyond any normal girl, she stepped into the small, freezing room.
It was utterly devoid of warmth.
No cheerful decor. No soft toys. The tiny refrigerator contained only convenience-store meals past their prime.
Furniture was scarce—barely a single table, no real chairs.
And somehow, the room managed the impossible contradiction of feeling both cramped and empty.
This was the place she had once shared with that woman—the one who had once been her mother.
The previous tenant had died here, which, paired with a kindly landlord, made the rent unusually cheap.
"I'm home."
Aiko spoke the words into the still air.
She'd be living here again, after all.
This shabby space would now be her nest with Taisu—their little corner of the world.
For one person... it wasn't so small.
When she'd lived here with that woman, she had never once said those two words aloud.
"Sorry, Taisu. There's no grand temple to welcome you," she said lightly, her tone more teasing than apologetic.
"You'll have to make do living with me here."
Lifting one leg, she spoke as though to a house pet, her voice vaguely amused. With a delicate motion, she hooked one shoe with her finger, letting it slide slowly down the soft curve of her arch—
Only for the shoe not to hit the floor.
Instead, it stretched, pulling free like a strand of molten silk—clinging to the pale skin beneath.
It was, of course, a part of Taisu's body.
The material was warm—almost pleasantly so—and soft enough to radiate heat against her foot, a blissful comfort in this late-autumn chill.
But… why did it have to secrete that slimy "protective coating," that suspicious white fluid, slippery and alive?
It was so weirdly uncomfortable!
To be fair, Aiko's body was immaculate—untainted in every sense. Even between her toes lingered a faint, sweet fragrance, soft and buttery, like freshly baked cream bread.
Still, she curled her toes out of reflex, flustered, color rising to her cheeks.
"Mmn… Evil God-sama, you really are a pervert."
She wasn't wrong.
Her clothes had already been replaced—long before the massacre—with Taisu's gel-like flesh. Her current outfit, naturally, was also his creation.
"I do appreciate not having to buy clothes anymore," she said blankly, "and you can transform into all kinds of styles… but for the love of sanity, could you stop coating the inside with slime? It's sticky and gross."
Her expression stayed flat, but her accelerated heartbeat betrayed her embarrassment.
Taisu, of course, could feel it perfectly.
And gods—did it feel good.
That vile creature even waved a tendril out of Aiko's ear, spinning it happily in the air.
"Yes! Yes! Delightful!" he cheered. "Aiko-chan, to journey with a god of my stature—how fortunate you are! Why, this outfit is more beautiful than a magical girl transformation! And soon, I'll design a whole series of attendant uniforms just for you!"
His creative zeal was just as insatiable as his curiosity.
"Attendant uniforms…? Don't tell me you mean the kind of perverted 'reverse bunny girl' nonsense you'd see in a cheap bar, do you?"
"Tch! That's nothing! I'm talking a hundred times spicier than that!"
"…Ugh."
Just picturing whatever horrors he meant left Aiko speechless.
She sighed, then gave a tiny, exasperated smile. "You're all talk, Taisu. Without a temple, how 'great' can you really be? I must be the only idiot alive who'd actually claim you as her master."
For all the teasing, there was affection hiding somewhere inside the sarcasm.
After all, Taisu had heard it—had felt gratitude woven between her words.
He was, by all rights, her master.
And she accepted that willingly.
Perhaps it was because she hadn't had proper conversation in so long, but Aiko's tongue was sharp tonight—sharper than she realized.
Of course, she knew how petty her god could be. A punishment—inevitable and absurd—was surely coming next.
But… she didn't care.
For reasons she couldn't name, her heart began pounding again—expectant, nervous, and dangerously intrigued.
As if she were daring him to respond.
"Foolish mortal!" Taisu declared theatrically. "Since you mock me so boldly, this room shall be consecrated as my temporary divine temple!"
"Go right ahead," Aiko said, clapping her hands like she was indulging a child. She widened her eyes and gasped in mock awe, perfectly mimicking a high school girl's 'Sugoi~!' face.
How innocent.
She couldn't begin to imagine what kind of blasphemous sanctum an evil god would truly create. She was inviting herself into endless unrest—and didn't even know it.
"But before that, Evil God-sama," she said, "please let me take a bath first. I'm sticky and miserable, and this slime of yours feels awful."
She tugged open the collar of her sailor blouse—Taisu's "handiwork"—and looked down at herself. Her slender frame gleamed, drenched in his liquid essence.
The translucent threads clung to her like silk soaked in milk, lending her porcelain skin a faint ivory glow, like pudding drizzled in yogurt.
And that slick, glimmering sheen—it seemed to fascinate her partner immensely.
Another girl might have screamed or fainted from disgust, but Aiko found, to her dismay… it wasn't unpleasant at all.
Almost comforting.
This body really has been ruined by the god inside it, she thought helplessly.
When she stepped into the bathroom, her clothing melted away—seeping effortlessly back into her skin until no trace remained. No need to undress. No need to wash or dry. Convenient to an unsettling degree.
"Taisu-sama, Taisu-sama~" she sang in a mock-sweet tone as she turned on the shower. "No peeking while I bathe, all right?"
The mirror reflected a slender girl coated in the remnants of divinity, her body faintly luminous, her skin delicate and smooth as porcelain. Aiko tilted her head, half in amusement, half in quiet pride.
She wasn't voluptuous—far from it—but she knew, deep down, she wasn't without charm.
And as she thought about the lecherous god sharing her body, she grinned slightly.
There was no way someone like him could resist.
So… how exactly should she react when he inevitably tried?