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The brutal sex over seven days and seven nights had inevitably left Raviel bedridden for the coming days, forcing her to rely on a wheelchair for mobility since she couldn't feel her legs at all anymore.
"The human body is so fragile," Raviel murmured, yet for some inexplicable reason, she found herself drawn to this altered state of her body—likely because even now, her pussy and asshole continued to throb, clenching and releasing in lingering echoes of Allen's massive cock.
She was undeniably a masochistic woman, harboring a deep S&M fetish.
"Are you alright, sister?" Castoria asked, her voice filled with concern.
For Castoria, this worry came naturally. Raviel was her savior, after all. She also knew about the punishment Raviel had received from Allen—for bringing them into this world and subtly manipulating them into becoming her sisters through marriage to him in the future.
However, for Castoria, that didn't truly matter. Compared to the fate she had once faced—being sacrificed, dying in agony, and burning until the end of the world—this outcome felt far kinder.
"I'm fine, really," Raviel replied with a small nod. "By the way… could you take me to Allen?"
"Hmmm, of course," Castoria answered happily, more than willing to do so.
....
At the moment, Allen was in the backyard garden, seemingly in the middle of a conversation with Aphrodite, Hera, Hestia, Artemis, Athena, Demeter, and Persephone.
By now, they had grown fairly close to Allen and had come to see him as their savior—especially Aphrodite after witnessing how he had punished Raviel for her mischief. That alone had left the former goddesses feeling oddly satisfied.
They also couldn't deny that Allen was an incredibly appealing man. His kindness, fairness, and calm demeanor made them feel far safer standing beside him than near Raviel. Being around Allen gave them a sense of stability and reassurance that they hadn't felt in a long time.
And, of course, it was impossible to ignore the obvious reason behind it all—the unmistakable 'harem halo' hovering above Allen's head, something Raviel herself had placed there without a shred of subtlety.
At this point, even Aphrodite seemed to have a few ideas in her head about using Allen as a shield—someone she could stay close to in order to feel safer whenever Raviel was around.
Right now, Allen was asking them many questions about where they originally came from.
Athena exhaled lightly, glancing toward the distant horizon, as if looking beyond time itself.
"Once, long ago, we were not beings of divinity, but machines—an armada sent forth from a dying civilization."
Allen blinked.
"Machines?"
Aphrodite smiled knowingly.
"Not quite what you expected, hm? But yes. We were never born. We were built."
Athena nodded.
"Our creators faced extinction. Their universe was collapsing, and in a desperate attempt to survive, they used what remained of their strength to send us—an unmanned fleet—into the unknown, searching for a new home."
"But the journey was long," Aphrodite murmured lazily.
"Far too long. We drifted for ages, our systems slowly deteriorating, our original purpose growing distant and unclear. We became less like tools… and more like ghosts."
"Until we found Earth," Athena continued.
"It was not a perfect match, but it was close enough. With no energy left to continue our search, we carried out an emergency landing. That is how we arrived in this land, long before recorded history."
Allen grew thoughtful.
"So how did you go from that to… this?"
He gestured vaguely toward them.
Aphrodite smirked.
"Because humanity saw us."
"They saw our forms and our power," Athena explained.
"And in their eyes, we were no machines. We were divine. They named us, worshiped us, and through that faith, they reshaped us. Human belief gave us identity and purpose—something we had long since lost."
"And oh, what a wonderful thing that was," Aphrodite purred.
"To be loved, to be revered, to be more than empty constructs drifting through the void. We accepted their faith, and in return, we became gods."
That transformation was not merely about power—it shaped who they were.
Allen looked at Athena again.
"So before all this, you weren't really individuals the way you are now?"
Athena pressed her lips into a thin line.
"…Correct. We had purpose, but not selves as you would define them."
Aphrodite gave him a teasing smile.
"And now? Now we have personalities, quirks, and even preferences~"
Allen glanced at her.
"And yet, you still followed the will of Olympus."
Athena nodded.
"We did. It was our function—more like a program imposed by Gaia. At least, that was the case until a few days ago… until we became human."
She recalled the moment Raviel had appeared and transformed them into what they were now.
"Oh? So are you sad now that you've become human?" Allen asked.
Hera shook her head and answered calmly,
"Honestly, no. When we were gods, humans feared us—envied us, even resented us. Over time, we felt that rejection growing. But now that I am human, I think I finally understand why they felt that way."
Aphrodite was about to add something.
"And also—"
But she froze when she heard a familiar voice.
"Hey, love," Raviel called out to Allen.
"Ahh!"
Aphrodite instinctively jumped into Allen's arms like a trembling cat.
Allen caught her without hesitation, and naturally took the opportunity to gently stroke Aphrodite's soft body.
Well, thanks, Raviel, Allen thought to himself, mentally giving her a thumbs-up.
"There, there," Allen whispered softly.
"She's not going to hurt you."
Then he looked toward Raviel and smiled warmly.
"Hey, love. You're finally awake," he said gently.
The others couldn't help but laugh at Aphrodite's earlier reaction.
Raviel approached them, assisted by Castoria, who was pushing her wheelchair closer. As Raviel drew near, Aphrodite visibly began to calm down, realizing that Raviel had no intention of doing anything to her. Seeing that, Allen released his hold on Aphrodite—though he did so a little reluctantly.
"So, what were you all talking about?" Raviel asked curiously.
"Well, we were talking about their past," Allen replied. "Back when they were still gods. Stuff like that."
As he spoke, Allen gently lifted Raviel from her wheelchair and sat her down on his lap without hesitation.
"Hmmm… you smell really nice," Allen murmured, leaning in to kiss the side of Raviel's neck.
That immediately made Raviel squirm slightly, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she reacted to the ticklish sensation.
"Alright, love. How about you properly apologize to them first, so they won't be afraid of you anymore?" Allen suggested gently.
"Hmmm, of course," Raviel nodded in agreement. She then turned toward Hera and the others.
"To all of you… I'm sorry for my behavior before," Raviel said sincerely this time—especially to the seven former Olympian goddesses, acknowledging her past mischief.
Seeing Raviel apologize to them so earnestly, they all nodded in response. It even made them feel a little relieved and genuinely pleased.
After that, Aphrodite spoke up, her tone hesitant.
"Hmm, Raviel… can you turn us back into goddesses like we were before?"
"Hmmm, I can," Raviel replied honestly. "But if I were to change you back in this world, you'd only become ordinary mechanical masses of metal. This world's reality system is very different. So… are you sure you want to become Divine Spirits again?"
Hearing that, Aphrodite immediately shook her head.
"No, that's not necessary. I think being human is far more enjoyable than being a goddess or anything like that," she said—though there was a faint trace of disappointment in her tone.
Athena and Artemis, truthfully, felt the same way. They, too, were slightly disappointed by the reality of it. Meanwhile, Hera, Demeter, and Persephone showed no such hesitation. They had no desire to return to godhood at all. Despite their current limitations, they seemed far more at peace—and far more alive—as humans.
Allen, however, tilted his head in curiosity.
"Hmm… then why do you want to become a goddess again? Is there a reason?" he asked.
"Well," Aphrodite admitted, crossing her arms lightly beneath her chest, "mostly for self-defense. This body feels far too weak. Sometimes I honestly feel like a strong gust of wind alone could knock me over."
As she said that, her eyes drifted downward—just for a moment—toward Allen's groin.
Her mind instantly replayed an image she desperately wished she could forget: the time she had accidentally peeked in on them while they were having sex.
Gods above…
If that monstrous thing were ever pushed inside me… I would probably break. No—I'd die.
The thought alone made her thighs tense.
Her gaze shifted toward Raviel, sitting calmly in Allen's lap, her legs still unable to move properly for the time being. The contrast only made the fear sharper. If even Raviel—someone far stronger than her—ended up like that…
Aphrodite swallowed.
There's no way this fragile human body could survive something like that.
....
After a few more light conversations, the seven former goddesses finally began to feel safe around Raviel.
"Hmmm, love," Raviel said casually, "by the way… when are we going to hold our wedding? And who do you want to invite?"
Hearing that, Allen froze for a moment.
"Uh… I honestly don't know," he admitted. "I don't really have any acquaintances or relatives here at all."
Only then did he realize how both trivial and important that detail actually was. The thought immediately left him confused. After all, it wouldn't make sense to invite complete strangers to their wedding either.
"Do we… need to repeat it again?" Allen added awkwardly. "You know—like when we reincarnated and somehow ended up as babies eating porridge all over again?"
"Babies?" Hera said as she stepped closer.
That single word immediately caught the attention of the others. The idea of becoming babies—of starting life over—sparked visible curiosity among them. Especially for Hera and the rest, the thought of having their own families someday had always been something distant yet deeply intriguing.
"So… does that mean you want to postpone the wedding?" Raviel asked, her cheeks puffing slightly as she pouted at the idea.
"Well… yeah, kind of," Allen admitted with a wry smile. "But then again, what do you suggest instead?"
He paused, then added, "Oh, right—and what about our new identities in this world? You still haven't told me how that's supposed to work."
As he spoke, Allen reached out and gently pinched Raviel's cheek, teasing her.
"Oh, right… about that," Raviel said, tilting her head as if she had only just remembered. She snapped her fingers, and a golden apple suddenly appeared in her hand. She then handed it to Allen.
"What's this, by the way?" Allen asked curiously.
"This is a memory apple," Raviel explained calmly. "Before we came here, I already created copies of us and sent them into the past. You could think of them as substitutes—dolls, in a sense—meant to take our place during the time when we hadn't yet arrived in this world."
She continued without pause, her tone casual despite the weight of her words.
"And if you eat this fruit, your body will be adjusted to its optimal condition. Peak human performance. You'll become as strong as Captain America after receiving the Super Soldier Serum."
As she spoke, Raviel produced identical golden apples and handed them out to the eight girls standing nearby.
Aphrodite, in particular, looked genuinely delighted as she accepted the apple. The idea of possessing a body at peak human performance clearly appealed to her—it meant she would no longer be a weak, defenseless woman. For the moment, she seemed to completely forget about the additional memories tied to the fruit, or perhaps she simply didn't care.
"Go on, eat them," Raviel said with a gentle smile, before taking a bite of her own apple.
Without hesitation, the girls followed her lead and ate theirs.
Allen, meanwhile, kept staring at the apple in his hand before glancing back at the eight girls.
Yeah… this totally feels like one of Raviel's sneaky brainwashing tricks, he thought dryly.
Almost immediately, Raviel shot him a knowing look and raised a finger to her lips, silently telling him to keep his mouth shut.
Seeing that, Allen could only shake his head. In the end, he bit into the apple as well—partly out of trust, and partly out of a quiet sense of guilt, offering a silent apology in his heart to the eight girls standing beside him.
The moment he took a bite, a powerful sensation spread throughout his body.
He felt unbelievably refreshed. His muscles tightened, hardening and adapting as if they were being reforged from within. Strength surged through his limbs, accompanied by a clean, steady flow of energy that made him feel faster, sturdier—stronger than he had ever been.
At the same time, something deeper shifted inside his mind.
Memories began to surface—new memories, yet ones that felt completely natural. The memory of being born in this world. Of parents who had raised him. Of relatives, friends, acquaintances. Of a life lived here, complete with a history, relationships, and even a profession.
None of it felt artificial.
None of it felt forced.
It was as if this life had always belonged to him.
"Ohhh… so I'm actually Lenny Feder's cousin," Allen said in realization.
"And on top of that, in this world I'm a wealthy high school teacher—the same school where Sam Witwicky and Mikaela Barnes study," he added.
To be honest, Allen didn't really like the male protagonist from Transformers. Sam was far too noisy for his taste, and his behavior often came off as childish, like he constantly needed to be seen and acknowledged. Still, Allen didn't truly hate him—he just found him somewhat annoying at times.
As for Lenny, though?
That man was genuinely hilarious. In the memories he had just gained, Lenny was always the kind of person who could make him laugh without even trying.
Those memories felt oddly warm and familiar, as if Lenny had always been a part of his life.
"Hmm, in that case, I'll invite the Feder family," Allen said to Raviel. "And… I think Mikaela as well."
That was because he remembered how close he was to the girl—so much so that he was now her legal guardian. In the memories he had received, Mikaela had been arrested years ago after getting involved in car thefts with her father. Out of pity, Allen had withdrawn the charges, but on one condition: her father would lose custody of her.
He also remembered that Mikaela was originally supposed to live there with them. However, when Allen started dating Raviel, Mikaela chose to move out instead, wanting to live independently in her own apartment.
Raviel nodded in understanding.
"Can I invite Jasmine and Amber?" Aphrodite asked next. "They're my juniors from high school."
It seemed that with her new memories, Aphrodite had grown very close to the two girls from the Hilliard family. In this world, Aphrodite appeared to be a high school girl who had just recently graduated.
"Hmmm, of course," Allen replied.
"So, what about you all?" Allen asked, turning to Hera, Artemis, Hestia, Athena, Demeter, and Persephone. "Do you have anyone you'd like to invite?"
They shook their heads.
"No," Athena replied calmly. "Most of the people I know have already moved far away, so I don't think they'd be able to come."
"Would it be okay if I invited a few of my coworkers?" Hestia asked instead.
"Sure," Allen answered without hesitation.
"Yay," Hestia said happily, clearly pleased by that.
As for who exactly her coworkers were, Allen honestly had no idea—but he didn't really mind.
After everyone finished discussing and organizing the guest list, Allen finally reached a decision.
The wedding would be held two weeks from now.