Goddess Wives x Eternal Dungeon

Chapter 15: Chapter 15: $33,000 But No Happy Ending!

I looked at myself in the mirror—who is this fucking stud?

My hair was always messy, even when I boosted my charm, thanks to the boob goddess. Should I call her the goddess of fellatio since she keeps offering blowjobs?

[…]

Whenever I think these thoughts, a sense of danger fills my body… He flies. Are you reading my mind? If so, haha! Your tits are fake!

Thud!

My head seemed to slam itself against the stone wall!

Thankfully, my head was always tough and could take hits. Otherwise, I might have died in my late teens during those damn vicious fights with those bastards!

I felt like my head started to unravel since meeting Eternia, and I was becoming crazy…

So I prayed to her superior god, which I hoped existed.

Oh Lord, please tell this lost lamb.

Why must your goddess always beat me like this?

I am a pure-hearted and honest young man who is being wrongfully tortured by your goddess and enjoys abusing company money to get magical plastic surgery!

[…]

Even now, her heart filled with rage targets this poor man, once an ugly bastard, now a handsome brother like those who support me…

Please punish this evil fly who enjoys punishing this poor man with her perverted desire to touch my body and leave her fluids on my skin!

Your’s sincerely

—

[Dead bastard]

Ah… Finally, my good deeds have been rewarded!

Thank you, handsome god-brother! I will treat you to a warm beer!

“Mr Shibuya, are you alright? Your nose is bleeding… I will get some clothes. Wait a moment.”

It seemed my time to go was not yet… Or maybe the handsome god-brother doesn’t like warm beer… snobby guy.

[Are you escaping reality?]

[I think we should get you an MRI scan to check for tumours…]

This strange goddess, one minute she is abusing me like a poor mouse caught by a cat, the next she is gentle and offering me her body for the rest of her life!

[What!?]

Dab-Dab-Dab

The gentle milf sister was not brushing my nose with a tissue; for some reason, there was lots of blood from my nose, but there was no pain…

[Because your body is stronger, your organs and veins are not fully transformed yet.]

Oh… Then I am like those tanks where the outside is all fancy, but the inside is like a 50-year-old tractor with replaced wheels.

[Pretty much]

[It will take 24 hours to complete; please be careful.]

Thanks, boob fairy. I love you.

[Hmph! Only boob fairy when it suits you…]

The boob fairy is the best as long as she stops beating me; domestic violence is no joke!

[(Stupid human… Before I met you, there was no emotions…)]

[(Now each time you speak it’s like a fucking roller coaster of happiness or despair)]

[(Yet I must be just as broken… Even if it’s the effect of the kiss and touch…. I find you so…)]

[(So dear… and lovable…)]

[Then be nice, and the boob fairy might be gentle?]

Ah… True, but sometimes I cannot help teasing you…

It was the first time a woman chose to be beside me for so long without asking for money.

[How sad…]

Mmmm, the sad fate of ugly bastards and those without money!

Okay, that’s enough playing around.

Eternia…

Thank you for buying me this suit; when you regain a normal figure, let’s go for a date in the dungeon.

[!!!]

I had help from the nice sales assistant who didn’t offer me a happy ending, but the massage felt amazing. I never knew the human body could crack so much…

“Thank you very much for your purchase, Mr. Shibuya.”

“The custom suit will be delivered in Seven days. In the meantime, please take the paid-for $3,000 Emperor fit to wear.”

“I hope you will become a regular customer!”

The woman probably gets a bit of commission for each suit sold, and honestly, I felt the service was great.

“May I wear the suit now?” I asked, trying to mask my childish excitement.

All my life…

I used to see those Asian dramas where the Male Lead would look a bit sloppy, then 10 episodes in, he’d wear a nice suit, brush his hair back and become a badass CEO or High-Class Suit Thug style…

Slowly, in the changing room, I felt the difference in the price of a $4 shirt and this $200 silk threaded shirt…

It was so smooth and cool!

For the first time in my life, somehow, I felt like a real man… 𝗈𝑣𝗅xt.𝚌𝞸𝓂

Finally able to help my family to look presentable. Maybe no longer being ugly is a large part of that, I cannot deny.

Yet, as I looked at myself in the mirror.

Shave shades, a wild undercut style with my blonde hair on top waxed in a slightly Ganger look, but I looked so handsome…

I almost began to cry…

Am I not an ugly monster… Is this not a dream?

[I promise you]

Clack!

Leaving the boutique, my shoes seemed to be divine objects as they tapped on the floor like a tap dancer was gliding around.

My feet felt comfortable and supported—the pants were neither too tight nor loose, and the fabric was extremely breathable and allowed for good flexibility.

Much different from the suits where you play fight with friends, and the crotch splits down the middle, haha!

[Are you happy?]

“Ah… I am really happy…”

‘Look at all the people looking at me? Do you think they see a rich, handsome guy passing?’

I felt uplifted walking towards downtown; next was a car, although I couldn’t get my dream sportscar yet.

There was a slightly older model that would do for me for now.

‘I am happy with the cheaper model—when I can pay more than 50% of our debt, I’ll buy a Ferrori Aventadar.’

[Fufu~ It’s really good to see you so happy]

‘Thank you again, Eternia… even if you spent $33,000 and I got no happy ending!’

[Shall I give you one tonight?]

‘Ah… that… Maybe when you’re bigger?’

[Fufu~]

[So you want to masturbate with your new tool to ensure it’s not a machine gun but a magnum?]

“…”

[Then why did your heart skip a beat? Fufu~ you like being teased by mommy, right?]

“Pass!”

I began to rush down the street again, my speed almost causing a wind to follow me, blowing people away!

To the car dealership, I ran! Hahahahaha!

“I want to visit the dungeon…”

These were the thoughts in my head upon feeling reinvigorated by the freedom of having money and not being forced to choose food or leisure.

Somehow, my life seemed to be changing for the better…

Or so I wished in the depths of my heart, still praying that it wasn’t a dream… And I would wake up in the hospital with a brain tumour or having suffered a heart attack…