“Wait, I’m Supposed to Become a Goddess?! But I’m a Guy!”

[Personal Status Panel]

[Title]: Goddess Awakening

[Awakening Status]: Awakened

[Profession]: Path of the degraded Goddess, Beauty and Lust Divinity

[Realm]: Tier 3

[Beauty System]

Beauty Points: 71

Cute: 60

Charm: 64

[Inventory]

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

[Skills]

• Imagination Realism [Tier 3]
• Telepathic Control [Tier 3]
• Gravity Control [Tier 3]
• Ethereal Charm [Tier 3]
• Soul Flowers Domain [Tier 3]
• Set the heart ablaze, Set My Conviction on fire [Tier 3]
• Purity of soul, Neutrality of mind [Tier 3]

[Points: 53, 000]

[Note: The exchange rate for appearance is 1,000 points per increase. Physical attributes cost 10,000 points per increase.]

The soft gasp slipped through Mize's lips,  quiet, barely audible, but it completely missed Liam’s attention. 

He clamped his mouth shut right after, heart picking up as he tried to gather his thoughts, to calm the stir of emotions before they spilled again.

Liam, meanwhile, had already moved on. 

His fingers adjusted the collar of his robe with a practiced flick, and then, with a single tap of his fingertip, his entire outfit changed. 

The loose clothes vanished, replaced instantly with a sleek black bathrobe. 

It hugged his frame in a way that was relaxed, embroidered with a few crude but oddly charming designs.

He turned, eyes catching Mize’s, and raised his hand in a casual beckon.

“Bath?” he offered, voice lazy and unbothered, just one word, but the meaning came through loud and clear.

Then, as if remembering something, he stepped to the side of the bed, bent down, and scooped the crumpled sheet from the floor. 

He tossed it over the rumpled center of the bed and muttered as he straightened back up, “I’ll have the maids clean up our mess after this. So don’t worry about it.”

Mize glanced up from the translucent panel hovering in front of him, flicking his eyes between the glowing text and Liam’s movements. 

He opened his mouth, his tone light and clear as crystal.

“I don’t need to take a bath.”

Liam raised an eyebrow, his arms folding loosely across his chest as he tilted his head.

 “You sure? Morning soak in warm water... it’s pretty comfortable, you know.”

"Especially after an intense activity"

“Ah…” Mize made a small, barely audible sound, as if he wanted to say something else, but hesitated. 

'I already cleaned myself '

But...

His lips curled inward. A tinge of red climbed his cheeks, flushing all the way up to the tips of his ears. 

He cast his gaze downward, voice soft as he added, “Do I have to be… naked?”

That made Liam flinch.

Not dramatically, just a subtle jolt in his posture. 

His arms loosened, dropping to his sides as he turned his head, face unreadable for a moment. 

“That’s up to you,” he said eventually, voice sliding into something gentler.

“Mhmm…” Mize gave a muffled, awkward hum in return.

Still, he moved, quietly trailing after Liam as they exited the room. 

But even while walking, his eyes darted toward the panel again.

‘Fifty-three thousand points…’ he grit his teeth silently. ‘Most of it probably came from what happened just now'.

His lips thinned, and his gaze fell instinctively on Liam’s back, that broad, confident figure leading the way.

The image burned in his mind. 

The memory of where Liam had been… that face, those lips, so close, too close, to a place no one had ever touched before. 

That greedy expression, the heat of his breath, the way he.

Pat!

Mize slapped his own cheeks, a visible puff of red steam rising from them. ‘Focus! Focus, dammit!’

But how was he supposed to forget it?

The lingering taste, it hadn’t faded at all.

Still flustered, he forced his gaze back to the panel… and that’s when he noticed something else. 

A single word on the display. Something new. 

An addition?

His eyes twitched.

‘What the hell is that word doing there?’ he seethed internally, pressing his fingers to his cheeks again, this time harder.

'Degraded? Lust divinity?'

'huhhh?'

Then, of course, came the system’s timely intervention.

[Host, please don't be alarmed by such changes.]

His brows twitched. Eyelashes fluttered slightly. He shot a thought back instantly, full of disbelief.

‘How can’t I be alarmed? That’s basically calling me a whore.’

[The attribute of the host’s path is highly sensitive to fluctuations in emotional and spiritual states. The change was registered and processed accordingly.]

‘So you’re saying that just because I got a bit… excited, the panel thought I deserved a label like that?’

He groaned inwardly, face burning even brighter as he followed Liam across the marble floor toward the side door that led to the bathing chamber.

[In a sense, yes. The host's description is functionally accurate.]

[But do not be alarmed host, there are no further changes]

[For now]

'for now?'

Mize deadpanned. 

He didn’t respond to that. 

He just muttered a silent curse under his breath and let his body float forward, too tired to argue with the system anymore. 

His feet didn’t touch the ground, drifting effortlessly under the beautifully arched doorway that opened into the bath.

The space was large, glistening, and warm.

 Steam lingered in the air like silk threads, catching the soft glow of ceiling lights that shone with a golden hue.

Liam stepped ahead, making his way to one side of the chamber, then stopped.

 He turned his head slightly, eyes flicking toward Mize, and smiled.

“I’ll be taking a bath naked this time. I hope you don’t mind.”

The words hit like a soft shock.

Mize flinched, body reacting instinctively.

 The light overhead reflected off his skin, catching the subtle tension in his posture. 

His thighs pressed together slightly, a defensive twitch, not out of rejection, but something between apprehension and expectation.

A strange mix of nerves and… curiosity.

“No rebuttal?” Liam chuckled, his voice echoing gently across the smooth walls of the chamber.

 It wasn’t mocking, just lightly teasing, like he was gently tugging at the thread of Mize’s shyness.

From his view, Mize hovered a few feet away, clearly flustered.

 One hand nervously held the other behind his back. 

His eyes danced around the room, refusing to settle, clearly trying to look anywhere but at Liam, yet clearly stealing peeks from the corners of his vision.

His face was practically glowing at this point.

Liam let the moment linger.

Then, with zero shame or hesitation, he waved his hand, and his robe vanished.

Just like that.

Gone.

Mize stared.

He didn’t know much about formations, nor about the typical methods of spellcasting in this world.

But watching Liam perform such casual, seamless magic, the way his clothes just evaporated with a single motion, left her baffled. 

She could technically do the same, but only through her innate ability. 

She’d never actually learned spells or casted them the way others did.

And it was starting to hit her… just how different she was from other Awakeners.

Her way came naturally. Instinctively.

And now, seeing how others relied on structures, it felt a little surreal. 

But still… that wasn’t the point.

The point was.

He was naked.

And she was still floating there.

Red as a flame, mind barely holding on.

“Y-you” Mize extended a hand, finger pointed stiffly while the other flailed up to shield his face.

Not that it did much. 

His fingers were splayed just enough to create a convenient little gap, the curiosity in his eyes gleaming right through.

“A-are you not... embarrassed being naked in front of me?” he stammered, voice cracking slightly at the end. 

His ears flushed redder than sunset wine, and his cheeks puffed into a shade of helpless pink.

Liam laughed, low and lazy, the sound like a ripple of heat in the air. 

He gave his wrist a gentle flick, and with the sort of effortless flair only he could pull off, turned to the side.

Every inch of him was on full display.

From head to toe, the man radiated AURA, a sexy one at that. 

His limbs stretched with a groan, his arms extending to the right. 

Each motion tugged at the sculpted lines of his abdomen, the muscles tensing, flexing, rolling under sun-kissed skin.

Mize couldn’t look away.

He wasn’t exactly biased toward any one gender, still very much a man in his own right, but Liam’s body? 

It was like something the gods had personally carved. 

Those wide shoulders, the sharp cut of his hips, the neatly stacked abs.

And then there was the... SHLONG.

Long. Thick. Towering like an unsheathed weapon.

Mize stared, a flicker of terror dancing with reluctant fascination in his eyes.

There’s no way that’s going inside me... I’ll die. I’ll actually die.

He swallowed hard, throat tightening, fingers clutching at his chest in a nervous hover.

Liam, meanwhile, seemed utterly unbothered. 

If anything, a little too pleased. The way Mize's stunned expression lingered on his groin had his own blood beginning to stir.

It twitched, then trembled, excited. 

Mize nearly choked on his own breath. “T-that isn’t a shlong! That’s a damn club! A weapon of mass destruction!”

His head snapped away, fever burning across his face. 

With a quick flutter of his robe, he floated to the side of the steaming bath and declared, “D-do what you want! I’m bathing here alone!”

The volume of his protest only made things worse. 

Liam’s interest visibly peaked, his lips curling into that dangerous smile.

He stepped forward.

Mize didn’t notice at first, until he felt the shift in air, turned slightly, and locked eyes with him.

The atmosphere snapped taut.

“W-why are you coming closer!?” Mize stammered, floating back with his arms braced like he expected to ward off a beast.

“If not to take a bath with my precious wife” Liam said, grin deepening, “then what else could I possibly be doing?”

Mize blinked fast, words fumbled in his mouth, “N-no, you… you misunderstood!”

“Misunderstood what, Mimi?” Liam asked, still approaching, still playful. “That you’re my wife? I never misunderstood that.”

His voice dipped low, his golden eyes glowing like embers. 

They locked onto Mize’s like a predator circling its prey.

Mize’s entire body went rigid. His floating stance lost stability for a second, and he scrambled to regain it, the heat in his cheeks now spreading all the way to his collarbones.

Before he could react further, Liam had already closed the distance.

His hands moved with the ease of someone who knew he wouldn’t be refused. 

He reached out, grabbed both of Mize’s wrists, and pushed them gently, yet firmly, above his head.

Pinned.

Mize inhaled sharply.

With their height difference, Liam loomed over him.  

More intimate.

The gold in Liam’s eyes softened, but his voice struck like a bell in the silence.

“Did I misunderstand your place in my heart, wife?” he whispered, a touch of mockery woven under the tenderness. “Because I’m fairly certain I didn’t.”

Mize’s heart skipped violently. Her breath hitched.

The word wife echoed, bloomed, and exploded in her ears like fireflies.

Too flustered to reply, too shaken to pull away, her body remained suspended, limbs trembling, her head turning shyly to the side, avoiding those eyes that saw too much.

Her bare toes tiptoed under the steam, barely touching the water’s edge, her robe clinging gently to every curve that shifted under her subtle squirming.

She didn’t understand what exactly was happening anymore.

Only that her heart pounded like it was trying to escape her chest.

"N-no inserting... "

"I am scared" Mize pleaded...