Crack! Crack!

"Ahh~... that was amazing."

Cracking my neck and stretching my arms, I got up from the floor, cleaned myself with magic, and got dressed up, my body still feeling hot from my 'session' with the minotaur god.

He already left a few minutes ago after giving me one last fuck, saying he needed to check on his world and make preparations for his future heir.

The old bull was over the roof when I told him that I'll make him a little herd of daughters. Apparently, he was too strong for any of the minotaur women to carry his child, always ending with the women miscarrying or worse, dead.

"I never thought that I'd get to fuck such a big minotaur," I mumbled, licking my lips at the thought of the bull fucking me again. "His cock was really big and hard. I bet it'll feel amazing to ride on it... Again."

He didn't say his name, not even a hint of it, for safety reasons — too many enemies, he said — and since he was planning to fight the void, he couldn't risk other gods knowing anything, and I respected that. He didn't want me to know about him, and that was fine. I'm sure I'll learn his name sooner or later.

However, he left a way to contact him — using the brothel's red card. It acted as a replacement for the Nexus system, saving contacts and providing an anonymous way to transfer faith points. The only downside was that the red card worked only inside the establishment.

Oh, speaking of faith points, I forgot my original goal for coming to this brothel. Making money. Yeah, the fuck was too good that I forgot about money. How lame am I?

Fortunately, the big bull didn't forget and transferred a whopping 10k faith points to me before he left as a small thank you for the lovely time we spent together.

'Holy shit, he's rich!'

"Ten thousand faith points…" I muttered under my breath, staring at the crimson shimmer of the transfer rune still fading from the red card. "For a night's work? Not bad at all."

A grin tugged at my lips. I slipped the card into my cleavage, feeling its faint warmth against my skin. The mark of a satisfied customer — and one that might be useful later.

"Mmm… maybe I should come here more often," I said to no one in particular. "The pay's good, the company's strong, and apparently the clients are loaded."

Money is secondary to me; breeding is the most important.

Anyway, the chamber was quiet now and... totally unrecognizable. The floor was cracked and split, the walls were scorched with aura burns, and several rune pillars had simply melted. The bed? Gone. Reduced to splinters and dust.

The once-luxurious velvet curtains now hung in tatters, half-fused to the walls. The lingering scent of sweat, divine energy, and pure primal essence filled the room. Even the air shimmered faintly, heavy with leftover mana and lust. It would take a cleaning team days to scrub this place back into shape.

"Damn!... looks like a horde of angry bulls rampaged through here."

"..."

"Ahem... I hope they won't ask me to pay for the damage," I mumbled, scratching my head, my thoughts racing to figure out a way to dodge this mess.

I turned toward the door, adjusting my lovely bikini. I wanted to go out commando, but then paused, glancing back at the ruin behind me.

"Yeah… maybe walking out naked after this would send the wrong message," I sighed. For the first time since I came to this world, I was saying no to more sex.

The minotaur god really drained me. Every inch of my body is sore, every cell in my body aches.

...

"WOW!... SHE SURVIVED?!"

The moment I walked into the break hall, everyone's eyes turned toward me.

"!!!" I froze on the spot, eyes wide, heart hammering. Everyone was looking at me... shocked?

"YEAH... YEAAAAH! I WON THE BET!"

"NOOO!"

"SHE DID IT!"

The room erupted in cheers, laughter, and the clinking of glasses as the gods jumped to their feet, cheering me on.

'What the fuck?' I stared at them in surprise. They... were happy? Why were they happy? And what's this talk about a bet?

At least a dozen succubi, a few elves, two gray demons, and even a bored-looking cat goddess were crowding the tables near the lounge entrance. All of them were staring at me like I'd just come back from the dead.

One of the succubi, a crimson-skinned woman with black hair tied in twin horns, jumped onto a table, waving a red card.

"I told you she'd live! Pay up, losers!"

"You cheated!" a demon barked, slamming his palm on the counter. "There's no way anyone survives him!"

"Oh, bite me! You saw the aura explosion! That was at least a Level 9 surge!"

"I still can't believe it…" whispered one of the elven attendants, staring at me like I was some sort of myth. "She walked out alive. And smiling."

"Okay, I'm missing context here." I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes. "What exactly did you all bet on?"

"Heheh." The succubus grinned like a devil caught mid-heist. "Whether you'd survive a night with him."

"Him?" I raised an eyebrow.

"The Minotaur God!" half the hall shouted in unison.

"Ohhh." I blinked, then smirked. "So you were betting on my death. How sweet."

"Heheh... Well, it wasn't that personal." A gray demon god shrugged. "Just a little fun between friends, you know how it is."

"Yeah, we're all gods here. We can take whatever we want." The succubus licked her lips, her red eyes lingering on my chest. "No matter who or what we are, we're all just looking for the best ways to make the most out of our time."

"You did well, girl!" An elf goddess smacked me on the shoulder. "Even after a session like that, you're still alive! That's impressive."

I just stared at them blankly. My head was still buzzing from the mind-blowing sex and the post-orgasmic glow; my thoughts weren't in any shape to deal with all this.

But then—

"Hmmm?" The elf goddess narrowed her eyes and leaned closer, studying my face for some reason. "You look familiar... have we met you before?"

"I don't think—"

I didn't even have the chance to finish before the elf let out a long, low gasp. Her eyes widened in shock and recognition, her hands trembling, her whole body tensing up.

"YOU'RE HER!" she shrieked.

"KYAAAAAAAAAHHH~ SHE'S MORGANA THE ASS-BREAKER!!!"

And with that, the entire room exploded in chaos. Glasses shattered. Tables toppled. Someone actually fainted.

"Wait—what?!" I froze, my mind blanking as the entire hall erupted.

"The one who broke Vili's butt!"

"MORGANA THE ASS-BREAKER!" a succubus repeated gleefully, climbing onto the bar counter and throwing her arms wide. "Our glorious and awesomely perverted ass-breaking goddess Morgana is here! Everyone, grab a drink! This calls for a celebration! Here's to the mighty Morgana!! May her cunt always be wet!!!"

"Kyaaahh... It's really her!" squealed a fox-tailed girl, clutching her face like she was about to faint. "Her voice... It's even sexier than I imagined."

Soon, a horde of female goddesses, attendants, and servants practically tackled me with their star-eyed excitement.

"Morgana-sama, can I get your autograph?!"

"Is it true you broke the god of war's ass using a toy?"

"Your aura! It's glowing—oh my~... she smells divine!!"

"Wait—back up! Too close!" I waved my hands, trying to fend them off, but it was like trying to hold back a flood with a broom. "W-What the fuck is going on?! One moment you're betting on my death, and now you want my autograph?!"

"Because you're you!" squealed a horned succubus who had somehow climbed halfway up my leg like a worshipper scaling a holy statue. "Do you know how many of us—gods of sex and lust—made huge progress in our concepts thanks to your horny deed in the arena?"

"Hiss... Everyone is super proud of you." A naga goddess purred, brushing her body against mine. "You gave us the confidence we needed to keep going."

"Mmm~... You inspired me to open my own store and gave me these amazing ideas to start selling sex toys."

"..."

I simply stood there surrounded by my new fangirls. I didn't even know how to react... They were acting like I was some kind of idol.

'Are you sure this is not some kind of prank?' I thought to myself, but quickly dismissed that thought. I was surrounded by only women; as for the males, they were shooting death glares at me.

It was understandable — my new 'fame' was built on my ravaging a male god in the arena.

Sigh... I never asked for this kind of attention. I just wanted sex.

"Please sign my tits!" A succubus pleaded, thrusting her chest at me. "I have a new bra, it has a nice matching thong too! It will look great with your signature!"

"Fine." The word didn't fully leave my lips before a fancy-looking quill was shoved in my palm.

"Wow... thank you, Morgana-sama!"

"Thank you, Morgana-sama!"

The group of fangirls started to whisper among themselves, their excitement rising as I took the tip of the quill and carefully wrote 'Morgana' on the succubus's left tit. The moment I was finished, the succubus threw herself at me with a squeal of joy, squeezing my cheeks with her hands and squashing my lips to her own.

"KYAAAAAAH~" The rest of the girls screamed, but I was more focused on the hot, hungry kiss that stole my breath away.

'Huh? She tastes like... sugar?'

I pulled away, wiping my lips. The succubus flashed a wicked grin, showing me a pair of glossy black lips and the tip of a glistening red tongue.

"Morgana-sama, this way! We have a VIP suite prepared for you!"

"Whoa! Hold on! I just got out of bed!" I laughed, allowing the girls to drag me to a private booth in the back where I spent some time signing my name on their pussies, asses, boobs, and other weird but sexy parts of their bodies.

"Sigh... being famous is a pain in the ass."

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