Chapter 1021

EP.1021 Part 3 Chapter 8: The Gender War

One day,

The world stopped.

Not in some grand, apocalyptic way—no, it was more like the Goddess paused uploading her infamous ecchi pics on the network for a moment.

“……”

Her daily uploads, which came several times a day, didn’t appear this time.

At first, everyone just thought she was taking her sweet time, maybe saving up for something *extra* spicy. Expectations soared higher and higher.

But as one hour passed… then three hours… then half the day…

Huh?

Could it be that the Goddess has grown tired of making ecchi pics?

This alarming thought prompted many to hastily pull up their pants (after having dropped them) and begin pondering deeply.

– Is the Spirit testing our devotion?

– Has the Spirit abandoned us?

Since the dawn of the network, the very first thing uploaded was the Goddess pointing at her chest while strategically covering certain areas with her arms.

The people of Agrama advanced network technology faster than ever before, driven by the desire to see more and better ecchi pics. What started as still images soon evolved into animated GIFs, then transcended text and audio files, eventually reaching the point where short videos could be transmitted.

Still,

The Goddess had never once had sex with any man.

Her wildest acts involved nothing more than self-pleasure, and even then, only her fingers ventured inside.

How could the Goddess, whose lewdness and lasciviousness had propelled the nation forward, suddenly stop uploading ecchi pics now?

This was a serious issue that threatened the entire Agraman population.

“O Spirit!…”

Agrama’s high priest, ‘Nevuar,’ finally visited the temple’s Goddess statue after a long absence.

While online you could see her unclothed body without even a hint of censorship, the statue before him depicted the Goddess cloaked in a dress and veil—a vision of piety and sanctity.

“The people are afraid. They worry that, like the Earth Mother’s land, you have abandoned us. Are you testing our faith? Or have you grown weary of our existence?”

No answer came.

But as the high priest, Nevuar knew he must hear the Spirit’s response.

“Our nation is in peril. Anxiety will grow, citizens will stay indoors, and they will suffer under the uncertainty of what might happen next. O Goddess, please respond!”

For the survival of Agrama, an answer was desperately needed.

And then,

[Oh my faithful servant.]

“!!”

The familiar voice emanating from the Goddess statue.

Actually, the priest was more used to hearing this voice through moans in her adult videos, but he bowed his head solemnly all the same.

“Almighty Mistress of Darkness, grant me your divine guidance.”

[To my followers I say: the world faces a crisis.]

“!!”

This was a prophecy.

[Declining birth rates. Agrama’s average birth rate falls far below the Terra standard and is projected to drop below 1% within a century.]

“…What?”

[Indeed…]


“……”

What could the Spirit possibly mean?

The priest pondered deeply, contemplating the divine message.

“So…what you’re trying to say is…?”

[The answer is SEX.]

“Excuse me?”

[To increase the birth rate and population, I shall directly impart SEX unto you all.]

Thump.

Suddenly, a chill ran down the priest’s spine.

“No way…!”

[Take this and spread it far and wide.]

Poof.

Before the priest, a cloud of black mist appeared and vanished instantly.

In its place lay a sleek 8GB USB drive.

[Within this, I have prepared ‘SEX’ to enlighten you all. It is my holy Gender unto you.]

“……”

With that, the dark glint in the goddess statue’s eyes faded away.

The priest picked up the holy Gender cautiously.

“What is this…?”

“W-WOW!!!”

Behind the priest, the acolytes erupted into cheers.

“The goddess herself has bestowed her holy Gender! There must be something amazing inside!”

“SEX! SEX! SEX! Goddess-sama’s SEX!!”

“……”

As the acolytes went wild with excitement, worry began to cloud the priest’s mind.

What if…

What if someone who’s fallen deeply for our goddess starts having ‘wrong thoughts’? If she, my pure maiden goddess, were to engage in ‘SEX’ with other men, what would I do?

“Priest! Let’s open it! We should host a public screening for everyone to see!”

“W-What did you say…?”

“I believe the holy Gender received by the priest needs to be shared with everyone!”

“You’re right! The priest might monopolize the holy Gender and spread false doctrines!”

“Let’s watch together! We should upload it so everyone can see!”

“…Please calm down. Before showing it to everyone, we need to review the contents first.”

It can’t be stopped.

Even though only a few days had passed since the last scandal, the madness in the acolytes’ eyes was something the priest couldn’t possibly control.

“…For the sake of review, let’s watch it together first. How does that sound?”

“UWOOOOO!!!”

shortly after.

Below the goddess statue, a large screen was set up.

The priest and acolytes arranged chairs in a semicircle, quietly removing their pants.

“Then, I shall begin playback now.”

Chzzz.

The video began to play.

* * *

Chzz, chzzz.

A room filled entirely with gray.

In this dreary space, a man woke up from sleep.

A stretched-out neck.

Messy hair.

A beard grown wildly without care.

Looking like someone who’d instantly be labeled a NEET if they stepped outside, the man pulled back the curtain to look out the window.

Beeeep!! Drive properly, will you!!

Tuduk, tududuk.

The sound of cars driving by.

Harsh voices of people.

The pitter-patter of rain.

The world dyed entirely in shades of gray was saturated with melancholy, and the man hung his head low.

A feeling as if being consumed by darkness.

Blending into the world’s darkness, sinking like being submerged underwater.

In this vast world where everyone lived monotonously, dressed in the same black color—

Creeeak.

The door opened.

With the creak of old hinges, warm orange light spilled into the room.

“Brother?”

A gentle voice came from beyond the door.

Peeking through the half-open door with a bright smile, the woman extended her hand toward the man.

“I’m sorry. I thought you were sleeping.”

“No, I just woke up.”

Without knocking, she carefully opened the door – perhaps out of consideration not to wake him.

Leaving behind the forest of gray, the man stepped out into the warmth beyond the door.

“What’s for breakfast today?”

“Your favorite. Go take a shower and come down.”


“It’ll be over soon.”

The tantalizing smell that tickled his nose made the man want to head straight for the dining table, but he couldn’t help being self-conscious about his reflection in the mirror.

What if he had some eye boogers?

What if his breath smelled?

The woman didn’t seem to care about such things—though maybe she was pretending—but seeing her with her hair neatly tied back and an apron on as she cooked made him feel a twinge of inadequacy.

“……”

He went into the bathroom, stood in front of the sink, and washed his face unnecessarily with water, brushing his bangs aside.

Though he’d already shown his disheveled appearance, he thought tidying up might make a difference. With that in mind, he started cleaning himself.

Shower sounds.

Normally, he wouldn’t bother washing properly, but this time he scrubbed every corner of his body. Based on internet advice about things women might find unpleasant, he thoroughly cleaned behind his ears and even his groin with soap before rinsing off completely with warm water.

“Ahh…”

The hot water flowed naturally, but he realized he’d forgotten to bring a change of clothes inside.

What should he do?

After showering, there was no way he could put on yesterday’s clothes again, but did he really need to bother the woman with something so trivial?

But then…

On the shelf above the sink lay underwear, seemingly prepared by her.

Even though T-shirts were one thing, the fact that *she* had “chosen” these particular undergarments among many gave him a boost of confidence.

He chuckled softly to himself.

Drying his body and hair with a towel, finishing his grooming routine, he changed into the clothes the woman had prepared and confidently stepped out.

“Big Brother, come eat.”

The woman had set everything up and waited for him. He sat across from her, picked up his utensils, and only then did she join him in eating.

They quietly savored the meal together.

This was different from when he lived alone, subsisting on processed foods and frozen meals. Now, the bread that used to come pre-baked and reheated still steamed fresh as if it had been baked at dawn, and the vegetables in the soup retained their crisp texture instead of being dried-out lumps.

After finishing the meal, the man felt awkward.

He had this urge to leave, to put on his suit and head out to that gray zone—he needed to tighten his navy tie around his neck and trudge forward with slumped shoulders toward that drab, monotonous world—

“Are you going to work on a weekend?”

“Huh…”

From behind, the woman wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Big Brother, isn’t your daily wage about this much?”

“Is that right…?”

She blinked at him, trying to gauge his reaction. Though unsure why she needed to read his mood, his curiosity about her intentions prompted him to nod.

“Okay. What are we doing?”

“Woo… First, come sit on the couch.”

She led him to the couch, which basked in the warmth of sunlight reflecting her cozy presence, unlike his own room.

“Hmph.”

With a pleased smile, she guided him to sit down, then knelt demurely in front of him, spreading his legs slightly.

“Big Brother, can I have a snack?”

“Snack?”

“Yes.”

She buried her face against his thigh.

Her warm breath seeped through the fabric, and as he watched her sparkling eyes, he nodded.

“Sure.”

“…Heehee.”

Quietly moving her hands to the waistband of his pants, she said softly,

“I’ll enjoy this…”

Rustle.

Slowly, she slid her hand inside his pants.

Cue dramatic music—

“GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!”

“Next chapter!!!”

See you same time tomorrow!

“KYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!”