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

To finally let Liam hit, this required meticulous planning, precise, down to the last moment.

She hadn't yet decided exactly when she'd go through with it, but it would be soon.

Very soon.

In a way, Mize was curious too. About herself that is. She knew that mentally, the past resemblance of her male self was still there.

There were bravery, perhaps even hidden arrogance within her. She knew it, that was why she didn't react much. Or to be exact, considered much.

It's a love story, with a man inside a woman's body, huh... Sounded strange when she worded it that way.

Ultimately, Mize doesn't care what she is. As long as Liam liked her, nothing else mattered.

Then came the next morning.

Light spilled through the window, slipping in between the curtains in soft golden threads that fell across the bed.

Mize stirred beneath the sheets, her fingers curling gently as she stretched, toes pushing against the mattress, eyelids fluttering open.

The first thing she saw was a face, handsome, calm, and impossibly close.

The loose strand of his hair parted in the middle, swaying gently as his deep golden eyes stared back, engulfing her gaze.

Liam.

He was lying beside her, but from the look in his eyes, it was as if he hadn’t slept a wink.

Well, he didn't.

Throughout the night, like an owl, he watched her sleep. From every breath to even the littlest detail of her legs moving.

His gaze had remained on her all night, unwavering and quiet, simply watching.

Mize blinked at him, her cheeks turning a soft red as realization kicked in.

"H-husband?," a way to begin it.

The impression of lost memories, she made it clear.

“Morning, Mimi.” He smiled, that familiar half-tilted grin curling his lips as he leaned in and gave her a short kiss.

Mize closed her eyes, flinching, and the taste of Liam's tounge entering her mouth, ravaging rather than appreciating.

Breathless...

Their lips parted gently, and a faint line of glistening dew clung between them for a heartbeat before it broke.

'Woah, wth... '

The taste lingered, sweet, like wild honey. Mize’s cheeks grew warmer.

There was no teasing this time, no joke behind his eyes. Just that earnest affection she still wasn’t entirely used to.

“I… Today…” she mumbled.

She had planned to restore her body to full strength.

Most of her skills were sealed off, true, but her core ability, Imagination Realism, remained functional.

That much she could rely on.

But before she could continue her thoughts, Liam had already reached out and pulled her closer.

His arms wrapped around her waist with a slow, unhurried confidence, drawing her into his lap as he sat cross-legged on the bed.

Her knees bent naturally on either side of him, arms resting lightly on his chest, her body pressed softly against his.

A bit of a surprise, morning cuddle?

“Can I savour you for a moment?” His voice was low, gentle, his breath brushing against the curve of her neck.

Hot and dampy...

Mize felt the heat creep from her collarbones up to her ears.

Her heart skipped, but she remembered the promise she made to spoil him. Though a bit reluctant with a plan in mind, she couldn't refuse.

She gave a hesitant nod, her voice a whisper. “I’m yours… r-right? Then… you can do whatever you want.”

"But don't overdo it... "

She leaned forward, her arms looping around his neck.

And like that, the morning slipped into something slower, deeper.

They didn’t rush.

It wasn’t frantic or wild, just a steady, consuming closeness. A soft unraveling.

It wasn't penetration, but mostly Liam's finger teasing Mize's body. Up, and down...

Kisses were there, but for some reason, Liam enjoyed touching her, teasing her, and even licking her all over her body.

One scene, Mize had to be on all four on the bed with Liam sitting behind. She was so embarrassed!

And Liam's finger entered her love hole in and out slowly. What a strange sexual idea, Mize admitted it, but still... She enjoyed every one of it.

One other scene, Liam would tease her hole with his fingers, earning her breath into his mouth as he sealed it shut.

Ravaging, in a way.

And Mize had never felt this "Heavenly" before. As if her body was enveloped in a soft cotton, floating in the sky.

Mize gave herself to the moment, and Liam, in turn, indulged in every second with a calm, relentless patience.

By the time noon had come and gone, Mize could barely move. Her whole body soaked in sweat, clothes wet, damped...

She orgasmed a lot, too many times that she passed out several times.

'Fuck, I feel like I am about to die... '

And her breathing was ragged, a blissful expression over her face.

The sky outside had already turned amber when Liam finally stepped out of the room, his expression relaxed, a hint of smug satisfaction tugging at the corners of his lips.

He walked down the corridor with that same quiet confidence, and the guards stationed nearby straightened up as he passed, offering polite salutes without question.

Inside the room, Mize was sprawled out on the bed like a ragdoll left to dry.

Her arms and legs spread carelessly, her breath coming in shallow puffs.

Her clothes clung uncomfortably to her skin, soaked through from sweat, sticking like damp parchment.

She lay there for a moment longer, her cheek pressed against the pillow, eyes half-lidded. “He was really pent up, wasn’t he…” she muttered breathlessly.

A minute passed before she made another attempt to move. Her body twitched, protesting.

She sat up with effort, each motion deliberate as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed.

The dull ache of lingering sensation still echoed across her skin.

They hadn’t done everything, not quite.

But Liam had this way of teasing her, slow, persistent, almost like he was trying to memorize every reaction she had.

Somehow, just that alone had drained her completely.

Strangely, it seemed to give him some kind of fulfillment.

Not in a selfish way, but in a way that made her wonder if it was less about control and more about appreciation.

She didn’t understand it fully, but it worked.

He looked… happy.

“He also told me about the final wave... what had happened,” Mize murmured to herself as she sat hunched at the edge of the bed.

Her voice was low, thoughtful. “But it seems he doesn’t remember it clearly either.”

Her eyes wandered around the room for a while, unfocused.

Her mind, still sluggish, struggled to string together her thoughts.

It wasn’t confusion, it was calculation.

Her expression didn’t give away much, but behind it, gears were turning.

The plan was still in place.

Pretending to have lost her memories gave her a shield, a little window of time to operate without suspicion.

She needed to fix a lot of things now.

If she could keep it up for just a bit longer, she'd gather more points. Maybe even increase her beauty a step further.

80 points, just what realm of appearance would that be?

That goal hadn’t changed. It never would.

No matter how this world shifted, no matter what powers she uncovered or lost, Mize hadn’t forgotten her ultimate aim: to become dazzling.

Irresistibly so.

To burn so bright that even the stars above would hesitate to outshine her.

She lifted her hand and, with a soft flick of her fingers, called up her personal panel.

A translucent screen shimmered into view, floating steadily before her.

The system’s glow bathed her face in a pale hue, and her tired eyes sharpened slightly as she began scanning through the numbers.

Sleep had done more than rest her body.

Now it was time to see what had changed.

[Personal Status Panel]

[Title]: Goddess Awakening

[Awakening Status]: Awakened

[Profession]: Path of the Degraded and Elemental Goddess — Beauty, Lust, and Detachment Divinity

[Realm]: Tier 7

[Beauty System]

Beauty: 71

Cute: 70

Charm: 64 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

[Inventory]

Storage Ring (Mid-Stage Blue Grade): Contains high-end fashion items and accessories.

[Skills]

Imagination Realism [Tier 7]

Telepathic Control [Tier 7]

Gravity Control [Tier 7]

Ethereal Charm [Tier 7]

Soul Flowers Domain [Tier 7]

Wooden Guards, Wooden Soul [Tier 7]

Set the Heart Ablaze, Set My Conviction on Fire [Tier 7]

Purity of Soul, Neutrality of Mind [Tier 7]

Cataclysmic Orbs [Tier 7]

Teleportation [Tier 7]

Heavenly Golden Palm [Tier 7]

All-Mighty Push [Tier 7]

Mirage Realm [Tier 7]

Mental Tank [Tier 7] ×100

Blessing of Reduction [Tier 7]

Mental Strength Digitalisation [-]

Rapid Breeding [Tier 7]

Flesh and Blood Engineering [Tier 7]

Terrain Manipulation [Tier 7]

Absolute Clone [Tier 7]

Five Elemental Overlord [Tier 7]

Divination, Search [Tier 7]

All-Seeing Eyes [Tier 7]

Nature Summoner [Tier 7]

Star Gathering Technique [Tier 7]

Starry Link [Tier 7]

[Points: 556,190]

Mize glanced at her personal status panel, her gaze pausing briefly on the numbers before her.

What immediately caught her attention wasn’t the list of abilities, those had become routine by now, but the figure at the bottom: her total points.

It had increased by an enormous margin.

She blinked, slightly narrowing her eyes.

“...That’s a ridiculous amount of points,” she muttered.

Still, it wasn’t something to dwell on too long.

With a quiet hum, she quickly made up her mind. “With this much at my disposal, I might as well bring my charm stat up to seventy.”

She made the decision on the spot.

Upgrading her charm level from 64 to 70 required six full increase points.

And for each point, the system now demanded a steep cost of over ten thousand,

specifically, sixty thousand points for this batch.

It was no longer the same conversion as before; it had updated recently, and Mize was quick to adjust.

Her fingers hovered for a moment before tapping the interface lightly.

In a blink, 60,000 points disappeared from her total.

There was no dramatic surge, no visible transformation like a glowing light or celestial wind.

The change wasn’t external, charm didn’t quite manifest in the same way her other appearance-related stats did.

It was subtler, like a veil gently shifting into place.

Mize’s brows furrowed in thought.

She paused, then turned slightly and stretched her hand toward the side of the room.

A compact mirror responded, floating obediently through the air and stopping just before her face.

She met her own gaze.

A pair of shimmering ruby-red eyes stared back, deep, clear, and almost unnaturally radiant.

Her skin retained that soft luminosity, and her overall presence seemed a touch more vivid than before.

She tilted her head slightly to the side, examining the angle of her cheekbones, then mirrored the motion in the opposite direction.

Her fingers grazed her cheeks lightly. Then, she patted her chin twice, thinking aloud.

“…This is definitely a bit too much to be walking around with in public.”

Her tone was casual, but her eyes didn’t break contact with the mirror.

The effect was undeniable, she looked stunning. Not just pretty, or eye-catching.

Stunning. The kind of beauty that would force people to stop in their tracks, even without trying.

And that was a problem.

Right now, she was supposed to be low-profile.

Her body was in a special state, nullified, suppressed.

Being seen like this would raise far too many questions, and attract the exact kind of attention she didn’t need.

Not to mention, she still had to maintain the illusion of memory loss for a while longer.

Farming points, what a hard working farmer girl!

Letting out a slow exhale through her nose, Mize weighed her options.

She wanted to maintain this nullified state for as long as possible, but she wasn’t naive enough to assume it came without risks.

Her thoughts shifted.

Maybe… it would be safer to develop a skill that could temper her current body, reinforce it quietly from the inside out.

And maybe another skill on top of that, something that could imitate the presence of a weak, ordinary form.

Even if some unexpected things might happen, her clones could still use this skill to farm points from those men.

You know, like those breath concealing method of those protagonist.

The idea clicked together in her head almost immediately.

“Yeah… that’s not a bad plan.”

Even if something unexpected occurred, a fight, a trap, or another sudden awakening,

she could always snap herself out of this state and return to full power.

Her foundation was far beyond fragile now.

Satisfied, she slowly waved her hand.

The mirror responded, drifting smoothly to the side and settling gently back on the table from where it came, like it had never moved at all.

Mize leaned back, arms resting casually on her thighs as she thought things through one more time.

Plans within plans.