'Wait, I'm Supposed to Become a Goddess?! But I'm a Guy!'

Of course, she recognized him right away.

That shade, those impossible golden pupils, there was no mistaking it.

It was Liam’s.

Somehow, impossibly, this creature, this presence… carried the same hue as his eyes.

Talk about uncanny.

Mr. Miracles, indeed.

The tentacles closing in from all sides weren’t trying to kill her.

She realized that almost immediately.

They weren’t striking, weren’t lethal enough to harm her.

They were just… relentless.

Designed to wear her down.

If Liam really wanted to end her here, he could’ve done it already.

She could feel it, this whole space was locked tight.

Teleportation? Useless.

She exhaled slowly, grounding herself.

No way was she going down quietly.

“You shameless Liam! Using tentacles to hold me down?!” she shouted, teeth clenched.

With a burst of willpower, she emptied dozens reserves of mental energy in one go.

The pressure around her shifted as an orb materialized in her hand, a monstrous thing, easily spanning a hundred kilometers across.

The space around it rippled like disturbed water, and for the first time, the giant golden eye… flinched.

A mischievous grin tugged at her lips, her body felt weak momentarily due to this exertion.

“Here comes the ball!”

She hurled it with force, and it streaked forward like a flash of lightning cutting through the gloom.

The entire watery expanse lit up as if the orb were a second sun, boiling the atmosphere in its wake.

For a moment, she could see more, just a glimpse, of the massive entity around the eye.

But still not its full form.

Then came the impact.

A blinding, deafening detonation tore through the void.

Heat rippled.

The water, strange and uncharted, hissed and bubbled under the force. Mize instinctively raised a barrier, shielding herself from the aftershock.

Then… silence.

Until a familiar voice echoed, low and calm, brushing against her ears with that familiar tone.

“Not bad… but not enough.”

Her breath caught.

Her eyes snapped open.

Before she could react, something seized her, thick limbs breaking through the water like living chains, wrapping tight around her arms and legs.

“Ugh!”

She fought, twisting hard, each motion unleashing waves strong enough to flatten mountain ranges.

But the bindings held fast.

It was like sparring with the ocean itself.

Above her, the massive eye remained unmoved.

Waiting.

And then… she felt it.

The pressure shifted.

A pause.

And she realized, he was letting her fight just long enough to burn herself out.

Her body trembled as the resistance grew sluggish.

Her breath came fast and heavy, every exhale like a gust of wind rolling across. She clenched her jaw, cheeks flushed with heat and frustration.

“You’re such a pain…” came Liam’s voice again, amused and maddeningly calm.

The tendrils moved, not to release her, but to shift her position. Her whole body tilted. She stiffened.

“H-Hey! Wait! We can talk, right? We’re adults!”

From the depths, another figure emerged. Her heart skipped.

Liam, massive, scaled to match her own towering size, stepped out of the shadows with the ease of someone strolling through a garden.

Each step sent ripples across the watery void, violent in scale but casual in intent.

He stopped close, arms folded, taking in the sight before him.

Then, with a snap of his fingers, a colossal chair formed behind him. He sat down as if this was all routine, another day at the office.

Another snap.

The bindings reacted, moving Mize toward him, carefully lowering her across his lap.

“Liam. Don’t you dare…”

“No! Stop! We can talk about this!”

“Please...."

She struggled, but the binds were firm. Her heart pounded.

Liam didn’t answer.

Just smiled, calm.

Then, without warning, his hand rose.

And came down.

The sound cracked like thunder across the void.

“Argh!!”

Her face twisted, teeth gritted in pain and disbelief. The blow wasn’t even lethal, it was humiliating.

And then it got worse.

Her clothes shifted, tugged by his hand.

She gasped.

“You were all brave before, pulling your little stunt,” he said with a chuckle, hand tracing lightly over her now-exposed skin. “Now look at you.”

He lifted her dress upwards, revealing the shiny mountain sized butt cheeks into his view.

“I don’t care! You’re a… you’re a jerk!!”

She pouted, trying to be defiant, sticking her tongue out, but the shimmer in her eyes told a different story.

His hand rose again, her eyes dilated!

Boom.

“Yow!”

Again.

“You absolute!"

Again.

Each impact left glowing red marks, heat blooming across her butt cheeks. Her fists clenched, body trembling.

Her lips pressed tight, holding back something, tears or words or both.

Liam, still silent, watched her carefully.

She tried to speak, but the moment passed.

Then his hand moved differently, not harsh, but deliberate, shifting his approach. Her eyes flew open.

“L-Liam…!”

The next moment, she froze, caught off guard by the sudden, intimate pressure, the way he moved with practiced ease, exploring her with a quiet intensity.

She bit her lip, the sensation overwhelming.

Liam plunged his fingers into her hole down there, Mize's body visibly flinched, her face crammed in between pain and something else.

One eyes closed, and the other forcing itself to stay opened.

It wasn’t violent. It wasn’t loud.

But it stole the air from her lungs and left her unable to form words, just barely managing choked sounds that were neither resistance nor surrender.

Her breath hitched.

Then, abruptly, he pulled away.

And his hand rose again.

The line between punishment and something else blurred entirely. And it kept going in a cycle for several hours.

Not long after, Liam finally set her down on his lap, and the chaotic energy between them slowly fizzled into silence.

Her wings were gone, vanished without a trace.

And there she was, massive in size yet strangely delicate, nestled against Liam’s chest despite the stinging heat that still pulsed beneath her.

Her skin flinched now and then, but she didn’t shift away. If anything, she leaned in closer.

"It hurts," she muttered, scowling up at him.

She twisted around until she was facing him directly, eyes narrowed.

Then, without a second’s hesitation, she lunged and bit down on his shoulder.

Boom.

The sound ruptured through the space like thunder. But it wasn’t power, it was scale. Their sheer size made every movement feel cataclysmic.

Liam didn’t even blink.

His right hand moved to the back of her head, palm warm as it settled gently into her hair, giving her a slow, almost affectionate pat. "This is a warning, Mize. Don’t let your strength make you careless. There’s always someone stronger."

"Stronger, huh," she muttered. Her lips curled into a sneer. "No, you’re just a perverted Cthulhu god psycho."

She sank her teeth into his shoulder again, a sharper bite this time, but again, no response. Not a twitch. It was like gnawing on steel. He didn’t even bother reacting.

And then, he snapped his fingers.

Her pupils wavered. A strange numbness crept into her skull, and her eyelids dipped for a heartbeat. The world around them blurred.

By the time her thoughts refocused, the scenery had already shifted.

They were no longer suspended in that vast, strange space.

Instead, they were in a room, quiet, soft, dimly lit, lying together on a bed.

Somehow their forms had returned to normal. Mize was sprawled on top of him like a sleepy koala, her arms wrapped around his neck, face buried in his collar.

The second her awareness clicked back into place, she bit down on him again, not even missing a beat.

She didn’t bother questioning how he’d dispelled her monstrous form or warped them across space so easily.

Some things didn’t need to be asked.

Just as he never commented on the subtle changes in her appearance, she wouldn’t pry into the details of what he did.

That was the unspoken line they both honored.

But there was something else nagging at her.

Her gaze drifted lazily toward the nearby panel, catching sight of the wave counter.

The number was frozen.

One hundred.

She frowned.

It had stopped?

Tilting her head, she finally asked, curiosity tugging at her tone.

Liam responded with quiet patience, his hand trailing lightly across her back, sometimes pausing to soothe the sore burn that still lingered from earlier.

“The events won’t wrap up in just one day,” he said.

His voice was calm, in that way of his that made everything sound so grounded. “From now on, every event will run for a week at minimum. Some longer, depending on the structure. Each one will have stages, difficulty spikes, and final rewards at the end.”

Mize blinked, letting his voice lull in the background, her expression softening.

He continued, “For example, this current event is capped at a hundred waves per day. At night, the waves pause, randomly, and resume the next morning. But the new set will be harder than the last.”

She hummed in response, her fingers absentmindedly gliding across his chest, trailing slow, aimless patterns like she was running them along a familiar cushion.

The gesture was lazy, almost childlike in its comfort.

“And what about those who haven’t finished the day’s hundred waves?” she asked.

“Their difficulty will stay where they left off. It won’t jump ahead.”

He explained everything clearly, his words deliberate but relaxed.

That voice of his had weight to it, deep, smooth, magnetic, and it made her eyes flutter a little, sleep brushing the edges of her awareness.

Tonight felt different from the last.

No responsibilities tugged at her mind.

No pending tasks.

Everything she needed done was being handled by her clones, flawlessly. For once, she could actually unwind.

Her fingers wandered again, drifting lazily along Liam’s ribs and over his collarbone.

"Say," she began, lips curved in a sly grin, "can I show off too later"

Liam raised a brow. "Oh?"

"A skit," she said with a chuckle. "For fun. For me."

He watched her for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Just don’t go pranking people too hard. If you do, I’ll step in.”

"Relax," she replied, her voice lilting with amusement. “I’m just staging a fake scene. Fake script and all.”

"...Huh?"

“It’s for a plan. I hope you won’t mind,” she said, flashing him a toothy smile that hinted at just enough chaos to keep things interesting.

Liam gave her a long look, exhaled through his nose, then sighed. “Don’t put yourself in danger. Got it?”

"Aye, captain~" she chirped.