Local Netizen Elf’s Life In Another World

''Clothing is essentially a token of social status. Based on one's clothing, the surrounding individuals should be able to tell what kind of situation they are in. More extensively, one can easily make a statement by choosing what kind of clothing they want to put on.''

''Uh...''

''I'm saying that... you are now a different woman, Sylvia!''

Out of nowhere, Teacher Tina appears and gives me an enthusiastic lecture about the meaning of fashion. Well, not 'out of nowhere,' but certainly a bit unexpected.

Still pointing her finger at me, Tina puffs out in a not-so-ladylike way, breaking her usual mannerism. The princess's cheeks are tainted a faint pink, her fiery eyes firmly locking on me.

Not only Tina but also the others are very much in the same state right now. The reason is, undoubtedly, my new attire.

''...''

Y'know, I used to only receive these smitten stares when I was either naked or half-naked. I guess it makes sense, seeing that my usual fits are purposely chosen to minimize the allure of this body. I already got a ton of eyes because of my face alone, so I didn't want to make things awkward by not hiding my figure.

And this is not bragging, by the way. My chest size is considered an anomaly by every standard, so it will stand out. So, I often had an overcoat to hide them all.

Although this new dress I'm wearing is, by no means, revealing, it does a lot to bring out my figure.

''Hah...''

I'll be receiving stares from now on anyway, so it's fine. Way to go, Goddess of Lust.

''It seems like there should be no problem with your outfit.''

''Ah, right. Everything's good.''

''Yes. Well, then, I will be excusing myself here.''

Nina nods in satisfaction and promptly retreats from the place before I can even thank her. Now that the matter of clothing is done...

''Do we need a stylish...?''

There's still makeup and hair styling, but I remember my senior, Athena, said that they aren't necessary. What was it... 'If you can't seduce others with your natural charms, you can't call yourself a Goddess of Seduction!'

Something like that.

My title isn't the exact same as hers, but I think we are similar. It's definitely not because I'm too lazy to wear makeup and do my hair or anything, alright?

But with my first church nicely done, I think we might proceed with the first preaching soon.

What the hell do I preach when I'm the Goddess of Lust, though? I can't just tell people to have sex, can I?

[I told people to have sex, lol.]

''...''

But apparently, when I ask my senior, she says that's what she did. Right when I start to worry about my precious image if I ever do the same, Athena quickly clarifies,

[Ah, but I don't recommend that approach for you, junior.]

''That's a relief... but what should I do?''

Through the screen, Athena's mesmerizing eyes narrow, almost oozing lust. The goddess's slender hand traces slowly from her neck down her collarbone, sliding past the silky pink hair to grab her own breast—an unnecessarily erotic action, and it's only to demonstrate one point:

[The difference between junior and I... is our hearts. I am lewd by nature, but you are quite pure.]

...Pure? Me? The woman who regularly has sex with upwards of four people at the same time?

Perhaps seeing the doubt in my expression, Athena lets go of her breast with a thud, giggling,

[You don't believe me. Think about your image for a second.]

''Mhm...''

I mean, my appearance, when judged objectively, is that of a slightly innocent elf, and it's not like I'm acting indecently on a regular basis or anything. In that sense, maybe I'm a 'pure' type.

When I reluctantly acknowledge that, Athena smiles in satisfaction,

[Good. Now that you know who you are, you have to act accordingly, right?]

''You mean...?''

[A Goddess has her image to uphold. You want your believers to see in you an impression they expect you to have. So, work on your mannerisms.]

As Athena explains with her sultry voice, something clicks in my head. 

I see. I've always wondered why she looks and sounds so lewd all the time, but it's quite obviously because she acts that way. Her intentional blurring of sentences into quasi-moans, her deliberate lip-lickings and self-touchings... all suggest a risque person.

I probably won't be like that, though. I'm not trying to copy her—that's not who I am.

So... I'll probably just refine my usual etiquette and change certain wording habits a bit.

''Won't that be hard?'' Luna chimes in. ''You rarely use profanities in the first place, and your manners are... normal?''

''Yeah... I need to somehow look the part if I'm the Goddess of Lust.'' I reply, sighing. ''Is there anything...''

''Your boobs.''

''Ah.''

Just one sentence from Emy is enough to make me realize what kind of attire I'm wearing right now. Yeah, boobs. How can I even forget?

I often overlook it since I don't see myself from a third-person perspective, but in real life, big boobs are really, really eye-catching. It's incredibly lewd when they happen to squish against something as well.

In the end, I decide to take a page out of the standard noble lady etiquette book and employ a calmer, more mature way of acting. I guess I'm following my mom's footsteps right now, which is a good thing.

''Phew... I'm ready for my first preaching!''

Fired up, I pull out my notebook to jot down some points I want to convey to my first believers. As a budding goddess, it is key to make a good impression, after all.

''Wait.''

''...?''

But as soon as I grab the pen, Liana stops me with a rather serious expression on her face. Her hand squeezes my shoulder, showing me just how heavy of a subject—

''Let's have sex while you're in that outfit first.''

''...''

''I wanna use the boob hole. Please.''

This stupid idiot...

After a restless night, I've finalized my oration for the first preaching.

At some point into the night, I realized I should have commissioned Nina a few more sets of this dress. Even if I can copy the thing using divine power, it just won't turn out as perfectly when I don't have the professional knowledge.

So, I'm wearing this cum-stained dress to church. Great.

Not that it is actually cum-stained, though. I made sure to clean it.

Either way, I step into the building, feeling nervous and wondering if anybody even shows up. I did put out a notification on my socials, so at least there should be some...

''...Oh.''

But contrary to my gloomy expectation, the seats inside the Sylvia Church are nearly packed, with the majority of them being elves. Well, that's obvious, considering this has been on such short notice.

In any case, I sneak into the backstage area, peeking out to observe the people before the event starts.

Most of them seem positively uneasy, perhaps looking forward to seeing me. More surprisingly, the more I wait, the more people arrive—like, lots of them. The seats are filled, and crowds begin to peer in from outside the window.

This is nerve-wracking... but also exciting.