"D-Did I ditch her...?"
I turned around, but Miyabi was nowhere to be seen.
There’s no way a promising elite track and field girl could be slower than my pathetic stamina...
I got a message from Phonia on my phone.
[Phonia Hazelnut: Where are you, Gilmon Messiah?]
Seriously, why does this weird girl keeps calling me the Messiah?
Even the devout Isabelle Ferloch, who was called the next Saintess, didn’t treat God with such reverence.
The meeting place was behind the gym storage.
When I was busy trying to capture Miyabi, I used to do training here with a track and field training concept, but now that’s just a memory.
"Why isn’t she here yet? Was I scammed?"
"U-Um..."
"O-oh, geez, you scared me!"
At that moment, a timid voice came from behind without a sound, and I almost fell over.
"You startled me..."
Phonia Hazelnut was a girl with dull, long Hazelnut hair, her shoulders hunched inward.
Her posture was tilted, and the way she limped when she walked was pretty bothering.
"S-Sorry... It takes me a while to walk..."
She muttered timidly.
Only then did I realize she was a cripple.
I don’t know if it’s temporary or permanent.
Looking at the way her ankle was turned at a strange angle, it seemed like the latter.
"..."
Not only that, but she didn’t have a right hand.
It was severed.
She shrank even more, conscious of my gaze, and tried to cover it with her good left hand.
"Are you Phonia Hazelnut?"
Late as it was, I pretended not to notice.
"Yes, G-Gilmon the Messiah. Please call me Phonia."
"I’m not some kind of Messiah, ugh. It’s embarrassing, so please don’t call me that. Anyway, why did you call me here?"
I asked, looking around.
It felt like Miyabi, Eurelia, or other heroines were spying on me from somewhere.
The number of heroines I’ve trained is too many to count on my fingers.
It’s always better to assume they’re there.
"I saw what you did."
"..."
Phonia said in a barely audible voice, fidgeting with her fingers.
"W-What I did..."
"That’s something only Gilmon could do."
"Can’t argue with that, haha..."
Certainly, to Phonia, the process of me training the heroines one by one must have seemed amazing.
The problem is that I only used that great ability for sex.
"I-I’m not good at studying, but I’ve liked stories similar to yours since I was little... So, you impregnate human women to give birth to heroes, right?"
"What do you mean...?"
"In ancient Greece, Gods seduced human women and gave birth to heroes. That’s what you did too. R-Right? The babies born from the most wonderful women make the world a better place!"
She mentioned heroines such as Eurelia, Miyabi, Aisha, and Isabelle in a heated voice.
I tried to make my face as flat as possible.
I honestly wanted to laugh right now.
’does she know? Pfftt’
"All the most wonderful females in this world! So you the Messiah is trying to save this world by giving birth to wonderful heroes from those women, right?"
"..."
...Is she just a crazy bitch?
"The expressions of the women who are working hard with you on this great undertaking looked so happy. Is that the blessing of God?"
Why is this girl spouting nonsense?
Holy shit, This is starting to get a little scary.
She already grabbed my hand.
Although it was only one hand.
When I stared at it, she was startled and let go of my hand.
"S-Sorry! I always wanted to see you, so I prayed and even made offerings, though not much. I’m so, so, honored that I just..."
My mind went blank.
What the hell is this weird ass girl doing?
This girl is like a fanatic in a cult.
"..."
Hold on...
A good idea came to mind.
This girl seemed easy to manipulate.
If I earn some points, it’ll help me capture other heroines, right?
I decided to gladly play along with that setting.
"Yeah, I’m the Messiah."
Damn, I almost cringed.
"I knew it, you are truly the Messiah!"
Phonia clapped and hopped up and down.
My phone buzzed and a message popped up saying that points had been deposited.
So she was a heroine after all.
What a blessing.
To find a heroine who doesn’t have any malice towards me.
I was so happy I wanted to hug her.
"G-Gilmon?"
Was my expression weird?
Phonia shrank her shoulders even more, as if she was terrified.
"Are you angry about something...?"
It’s not that I’m angry or anything, but the points that were deposited into my phone are very low!
I can’t do anything great with the points that have been deposited now.
While capturing countless heroines in the previous rounds, I established a principle.
Only capture one person at a time.
The best way to earn points is still having sex after all.
Sexual pleasure is what makes a woman writhe in joy extremely.
Then I can use that as a basis to capture other heroines.
In front of the system app, even the most haughty heroine can be thoroughly brought to her knees.
Even a heroine who considers me an enemy can be made to beg on the bed.
Even with this girl!
However... it won’t be easy.
I carefully examined Phonia Hazelnut.
Leaving aside her impaired arm and leg...
Her bangs were so long that they covered not only her eyes but also half of her small nose.
It wasn’t combed, and it was even greasy.
There seemed to be powder on her hair, but I didn’t want to look at it closely.
Her blouse had stains in places and was strangely yellowish.
Our school uniform is definitely white.
The skirt that came down to her knees had some of the seams torn. But it’s a good thing that there’s no stains.
In short, she didn’t feel clean.
Her lips, which had no makeup on them, were chapped, and her skin was clean, but if you looked closely, it was still shiny with oil.
There was even a little bit of red sauce on the corner of her mouth.
Her nails were long and the ends were black.
’This is awkward.’
I’m not very strong-stomached.
"Even so, this is just too much..."
"Gilmon...?"
Phonia tilted her head and looked at me.
"Can you even see properly?"
With a feeling of half anger and half resignation, I swept away the bangs that covered her eyes.
"Hyaa!"
Phonia was startled and shrank her shoulders even more, but she didn’t push my hand away.
She closed her eyes tightly and her shoulders are trembling.
...Is she exposed to violence at home or at school?
To make matters worse.
She was wearing an eyepatch on her right eye.
Moreover, there were large burn marks from her chin to below her neck, through her collarbone, and down her body.
It was a complete disaster.
"Open your eyes."
And, Phonia opened her eyes.
She saw the light, and I saw a glimmer of hope.
"You’re not wearing eye lenses, are you?"
"W-What’s that...?"
"...Your eyes are so pretty."
"H-Huh...?"
That was my honest feeling.
Large eyes and big pupils that erased the stuffy impression.
I liked those clear eyes that looked up at me, even though it was only one eye.
Her small nose was neatly centered on her face.
Her lips were also a vivid crimson color, except for the chapped parts.
I still wish she would wipe off what’s on the corner of her mouth.
I rubbed the corner of her mouth with my sleeve.
"Hyaa, G-G-Gilmon?!"
Phonia jumped like a cat.
"Why do you have so much on your face? You’re not a kid. Did you eat... what, a double whopper hamburger for lunch or something?"
"What’s that?"
I sighed inwardly.
To be honest, I felt really sorry for this girl.
"S-Sorry. I don’t have any money, so I haven’t been able to eat anything other than what I eat every day. Is it a rich person’s dish?"
My God, I wanna take you home and raise you myself.
Instead of answering, I took a step back from her.
"Hey, straighten your shoulders."
"A-Ah, that’s..."
"Ugh, c’mon, don’t be stiff, straighten them confidently."
At first glance, her lower body was fine.
A feminine figure with calves that aren’t too thick and hips and pelvis that curve in the right proportions.
I tried to get a sense of it somehow.
I’ll have to teach her how to use cleanser, right?
She can’t use one hand, so do I have to do it for her?
"A little more, more, moooore! straighten them!"
Phonia kept being passive, so I got angry.
She’s the type who needs to be led by the hand.
I grabbed Phonia’s shoulders and forcibly straightened them.
Shrrrkkk!
"Ugh... P-Please stop..."
Only after taking a step back did I realize.
The reason why Phonia Hazelnut was hunching her shoulders so much.
It wasn’t because she was timid.
Boing-Boing.
She was a girl with a generous heart.
Like literally...
Three buttons on her blouse had genuinely fallen off.
"Hey... why are you wearing such small clothes..."
"My chest just suddenly got bigger..."
Phonia mumbled.
Her boobs weren’t completely covered by her bra and shook like pudding.
The burn marks were on top of them, so it wasn’t all that pleasant to look at.
I blankly followed the buttons rolling on the concrete floor with my eyes.
Black running shoes came into view first.
Navy leggings that slightly revealed her skin above her anklebones.
I remembered how she always worried about what to wear when buying clothes because her thighs were about twice the size of her calves.
’If I match my calves, my thighs don’t fit, and if I match my thighs, my calves don’t fit, which makes me so angry. But It’s not tasty unless they’re tight.’
Yeah, I can’t forget that tight feeling of yours either.
Once you taste it, it’s hard to get out of it.
I thought in amazement.
"U-uhhhhh..."
Miyabi Fayne was grinding her teeth.
She was looking at me and Phonia Hazelnut, whose blouse was torn and exposing her bra, and who was on the verge of tears.
She picked up her phone.
"I fucking caught you now, scum."
Click.
Click.
Click.
It was a shutter sound that felt nervously fast.
Haha, I seem to have gotten my own personal mamarazzi.