"Let me catch some breath. Please"
I dropped on the grass not caring about the cold stares that my evil elf steward was giving me. I thought my sister, Victoria, was a management freak, but I underestimated a thousand years of experience and knowledge.
If Victoria, with her five years' management experience that managed to achieve stability and prosperity for our county, could be considered a monster, then Arwen with a thousand years' experience in managing an entire world instead of her lazy god—well... the elf only needs a divinity to ascend as the goddess of management or something like that.
In less than a day, the elf finished designing my new city with all the needed services, from entertainment to sports and trading. She created and designed the most optimized construction plan on how to build the biggest amount of infrastructure in the fastest possible time to assure the highest quality of the work, but when I told her that I could build with the help of my system and there was no need for workers—at least for the buildings that my shop provides—she was thrilled and expanded the original city plan by three times the size.
And that was the biggest problem. Who would build everything? You guessed it—my sorry ass was.
"Do we have to finish everything today?" I asked her while I was lying on my back.
"We don't," she said with a 'no shit Sherlock' tone, as if the fact that it's not possible to finish in a day is just stupid and naïve. Well to be fair we could finish the entire city today, but Arwen's weirdness slowed me down.
How to put it in words... the elf had an unnatural obsession with organizing and the finishing touches, for example, she fucking ordered me to push an entire south street back one inch all because it didn't align with the north one, rotating a house to the east a little, or changing the position of a tree—things that would drive someone crazy.
'Do it properly the first time!' was her favorite motto. She really knows how to get under my skin.
"So what do you think of my design?" Arwen spoke in her 'proud of myself' tone and even though it sounds stupid, I gotta give a hand to the elf, the design for my new city looks cool.
"Awesome, you deserve a reward," I said with a wide smile before crawling to her and lying my head in her lap. "How about a hot breeding session with a goddess?"
"..." The elf kept staring down at me with a cold expression as if my head was full of crap, but I managed to catch a slight blush on her ear.
"What?" I blinked innocently, with a pair of sparkles in the background.
"Sigh... sometimes I forget that you are a goddess," she said, shaking her head, still unable to get over the fact that I could walk among mortals in my true form.
"I know you like me," I laughed, poking her belly. She really does need to start getting used to that. "Anyway, since we did enough work today, how about a bit of fun and rest before tomorrow?"
"No thank you, I have work to do," she didn't even hesitate to answer that with that cold tone of hers.
"Work freak," I muttered as the elf took out her notebook and began taking more notes about the city.
"S-sigh..." I shook my head and opened the map, examining the masterpiece Arwen created.
The city is truly beautiful, from the wide streets and gardens to the living houses of dark wood and decorated stone. Our main selling point was the nightmare tower—at least for normal people—and Arwen designed the city around it.
The tower was in the middle, and the entire city spiraled around it—shops, inns, and three-story buildings that later could be turned into guild halls or special attractions, depending on how things went. There were even zones marked out for festivals and parades, because apparently "community morale" is a pillar of successful city planning—Arwen's words, not mine.
"She really thought of everything," I mumbled, impressed despite myself.
The map even had future expansion sectors, colored in faint silver ink with little scribbled notes like "Potential agricultural enhancement hub" and "Ideal location for future diplomatic embassy—if we ever get along with anyone." She even left sarcastic footnotes. Amazing.
"What are you muttering about?" Arwen's voice cut in, calm and clipped like she was already ten steps ahead and mildly annoyed I hadn't caught up yet.
"Nothing," I said, tucking the map away and sitting up. "Just admiring your divine-level micromanagement."
"I'll take that as a compliment," she said, flipping a page in her notebook with surgical precision.
"You should," I replied, stretching my arms with a groan. "You've basically turned my humble dream of a cozy little sex city into a future capital of the continent. At this point, all we're missing is a flag, an anthem, and maybe a sex cult or two."
"I already drafted three versions of the city's flag," Arwen said without missing a beat.
"No, leave that to me," I quickly stopped her. "I have my own plans for the flag."
"Let me guess, your plan is to have a huge dick as a symbol? Or maybe a pussy?" The elf tilted her head in annoyance.
"Whaaa!~ What are you talking about?" I feigned ignorance, trying to hold back a laugh. "I was thinking something more... subtle. Like a phallic symbol or a stylized vagina. You know, something that represents our city's... unique offerings."
"It's the same thing, dumbass," she snapped, but then she smirked and got closer to me. "And what do you mean by 'our city'?"
"Yes, our city," I answered and smirked, lifting a finger to caress her chin. "Did you forget our contract?"
"I am your employee," she said and turned her head a little to hide the fact her ears were twitching.
"Well then, I have a task for my dearest employee~" I hummed as I leaned close and nudged her soft nose with mine, our eyes inches apart. "Spread your legs and carry my child."
"Not yet," she pushed my face with her hand and quickly rose to her feet, leaving me dumbfounded.
"Hehehe..." I chuckled, rubbing my chin where she had pushed me. "Alright, alright, I get it. You're not ready for that step just yet. But mark my words, Arwen, one day you'll be begging for it."
"I highly doubt that, but I appreciate your persistence," Arwen said without looking back.
"We still need to finalize zoning for the red-light district. Or are you planning to just slap brothels wherever the wind takes you?"
"I mean…" I sat up and scratched my cheek. "That was the original plan. A very intuitive, passion-based placement system."
She turned her head just enough to give me a glare over her shoulder. "No."
"Fine, fine," I waved my hands in surrender. "We'll do it your way. What about my temple?"
Arwen planned for everything except my breeding temple. The reason was simple—the temple was my divine symbol and she respected my authority as a goddess.
"I need some time to think," she said calmly and got back to note-writing, probably planning a whole new district. "I never encountered a sex goddess like you or a temple such as yours."
I explained to her what my temple could bring to the world and the elf took a whole minute to get over the shock and awe. I should confess, her look was extremely adorable and the way her ears twitched was hypnotizing, and I caught her sneaky glance at her breasts and hips when I was explaining about the body modification.
'I guess even she wants to change something about her body.'
"So..." She cleared her throat and got rid of her blush. "For now just work on the east section and let me handle the other things."
"Okay Boss," I saluted in a military manner and successfully earned myself a sigh from the elf.
...
Three hours later.
"UGH!... Why do I have to work again?"
You know when you do something for too long you start questioning the meaning behind life and existence, wondering what's the point of what you are doing in the grand scheme of things. Yeah, I feel the same after three fucking hours of construction.
"I'm a goddess," I mumbled into the ground. "Shouldn't I be worshipped, or feasted upon, or getting sucked and fucked? Why does this keep happening to me? Someone, save me, please. Anyone."
"Mother, are you okay?"
"Hmm?" Suddenly a soft voice from behind me, and when I turned I found one of the cute bunny boys—the same one I fucked before—standing there with a concerned look on his face. His presence was a welcome distraction from the mind-numbing work I'd been doing.
"Come here!" Well, I couldn't hold myself and jumped on him, especially after I sensed the cum from multiple sources on him.
"You smell like sex and sin," I threw him on the ground, pulling him close as I nuzzled into his neck, inhaling his scent. "I love it."
"I'm glad you approve, Mother. I've been thinking about you all day." He chuckled, his soft body melting into my embrace. "I was hoping to see you again."
"Oh, really? And what exactly were you hoping for? Hmm?"
"I..." He flushed slightly, his eyes sparkling with joyful and loving emotions. Then he took my hand and guided it down between his furry legs right under his cute small balls. "I want it... if that is okay, of course."
"Oh~" A spark ran down my spine as I recognized what he meant. "Of course it's okay... But the first time is mine."
"Yes, Mother... anything you say."