If you find mistakes, pls tell, thx. I don't like mistakes.

Today was a strange day.... i had to decide between story and background information....

My fantasies won....

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I survived the diplomatic endeavour! Everyone was safely sent home and I am inside my personal working room in the palace.

After everyone had regained their consciousness, we took a magical oath. Everything which happened that night will be a national secret. If someone should ever talk, all the other nations will band up and crush him.

Yes. This is for the best..... though nobody really remembered what happened anyway. The implications provided by the aftermath are bad enough.

*Knock*

“Honey? We have to talk.” The door opens and Celes intrudes into my room.

I turn around and smile at her. “Yes?”

“I heard some rumours on the party and they don't let me calm down.” -Celes

I continue to smile at her while my head tries to find possible routes of escape. Rumours about us are never good.

“There is this rumour that you were seen in a certain red light district.” Celes gives me a forced smile.

“Hah?”

“Where did you get that!?” She shoves the lingerie I bought for her into my face.

“Uhm...”

Think, think? What if she doesn't believe me that I were there purely for research? Oh gods! This will be my doom!

“And that rumour said that El Shaddai is also working there..... as a woman!” Celes fumes right now!

“Ehm... why don't we talk later?” I need time. Time to run to the other side of the multiverse.

*WHAM!*

Celes smashes the lingerie onto my office table and the table dissolves into splinters! That was handmade!

“I think. I will postpone the interrogation and advance directly to punishment!” Celes has a dangerous look in her face.

“Please do the talking first!” I get to my knees and bow to her.

Celes takes the chair, which is still alive and sits in front of me with her legs crossed. “Why were you there?”

“To do some research!” -Me

“About what?” -Celes

“I wanted to make sure that El Shaddai is properly punished!” -Me

“SO HE IS THERE!?” -Celes

“YES. BUT I DIDN'T TOUCH HIM! …. HER!” I don't look up from my position.

“.....Explain!” -Celes

“Maybe I got carried away after we decided to release his soul as a mortal. I wanted to make sure that he doesn't have it too easy. So I fiddled -just- a little with his reincarnation. I let him revive as the daughter of the manager of a famous brothel. It's a family business with strict rules and a system of forced inheritance. So it won't be easy for her to get out.” -Me

“I was just there to see if everything went it's proper course.”

“Continue.”

“El Shaddai. I mean, his name is Sharid now, was properly born and is a baby right now. So I couldn't have done anything to her! I am not into babies!” Hah! Yes that's the solution! She is still a baby! So the rumour has to be bullshit!

“There are quite a few other girls there.....”

Shit! “I just went in and out after confirming the situation! I didn't even look left or right!”

“LIAR! I investigated the source of the rumour and you were there for over an hour!” A nice little creaking comes from the chairs armrest while Celes's hand tightens down on it.

“Ah.... I may have gotten distracted by this and that....” Oh no! Please don't let her find out! But she looks really scary! More like a demon than a succubus! I shouldn't have looked up!

*SNAP*

The armrest of the chair gave in.

“Hiii! On my way back I got a glance at the costumes of a few girls and I got carried away and and It was like the pent up frustration of a few hundred years was set loose. I just happened this once. I never lost control before. It really hurt my pride to give in to my instincts.”

Celes's face becomes a little pale.

“Then I somehow had to get hold of one! And then I found another nice one! And before I knew it I had collected a whole set of costumes and lingerie!” I cover down and await my end.

“You.... collected a set..... of costumes? .... and why should a brothel sell that stuff!?” -Celes

“Erm.... They didn't exactly sell it.” Damn!

“Oh? Then how did you collect the costumes? And why isn't that another rumour?” -Celes

“Hrm.... err.... I guess it isn't exactly good reputation for a brothel if a guy isn't interested in the girls and just strips them of their working dresses.....” There you have it! She will throw me into the black hole!

“..... and where are those costumes to prove your story?” -Celes

“They are in our wood house. Inside the chest I got your red lingerie from. It has a double layered ground plate!”

Suddenly our surroundings shift. Aw! Celes teleported us! We are inside the bedroom of our wood house. She turns to the mentioned chest and opens it.

Celes carelessly wipes away my camouflage of normal clothing. I hear another *snap* as the fake base plate is broken out of the chest.

You didn't have to break it! It could have been opened perfectly fine!

“Hmm. Let's see... bunny suit... cat ears... a tiger tail? No way I stick that into my... lots of panties and bras ... a rope? ….. handcuffs.... did he rob the entire brothel?...... so much stuff, did he cast a dimensional spell on the chest to get it all inside?..... There is still more!”

Celes picks the chest up and pours the content in a pile onto the floor. She is right with the dimensional spell....

When the pile reaches her waist, the flood of items stops and she looks at my collection with a suspicious expression.

Oh, I am so screwed... if she regains her composure, she will skewer me with something sharp. Or she will use her fists. Urgh.. I wanted to see the children grow up....

After a few seconds she bends down and picks a red leather outfit from the pile and holds it before her in front of the mirror at the side of the room.

Yes! Exactly like I imagined it on her! It perfectly gives off that sadistic dominatrix aura! She doesn't even need a whip!

Then she turns to me. “You should see that face of yours..... Fine! We will let those dreams of yours come true in order to stop you from assaulting poor little mortal girls. And to punish you we will start with this.”

Celes pulls a set of handcuffs out of the pile and sends a vicious grin towards me.

“...O.... Only if I get to use the rope in turn!”

***On another world in a brothel, a few years later***

“What's that statue mommy? It looks like a devil!” A little girl tugs at a woman's skirt. The woman is the manager of the brothel.

After taking a look at the statue above the entrance to the brothel, the woman turns towards the child.

“That's the greatest disaster which ever happened to our business! That demon appeared someday shortly after your birth and robbed us of most of our inventory! It took me weeks to get a replacement for everything. I paid a hefty sum to a wizard, so he would put up this warding statue. Make sure to keep the statue safe at all times, Sharid!” The manager turns back to her papers.

“Why would he steal our inventory?” The little girl looks at her mother with big eyes. She already was taught the most important stuff as the successor of the brothel. As a matter of fact, her mother doesn't believe in keeping a child ignorant of the world.

Sharid already perfectly knows what men want from women and how to give it to them. There isn't anything the manager would ever hold back under the assumption that it would be bad knowledge for children.

“Do you remember our discussion about perverts and their value for the business?” -Manager

“Yes?” -Sharid

“That demon belongs to the worst kind of pervert! They aren't after women! They only yearn for their belongings! Those perverts are bad for the business! See to it to never let them enter the house!” -Manager

“...mm okay!” Sharid turns toward the statue in order to burn the image into her mind!

Bad for business! Worst kind of pervert!..........

“Ah! I totally forgot! You are old enough for your status plate. We don't really need one and the church doesn't give it to people like us. But it's useful if you ever have to travel. And without one you aren't recognized as a proper citizen.” -Manager

The manager takes a metal plate out of a pocket and holds it towards Sharid. “I bribed a priest to get one. The whole ceremony by the church isn't needed anyway. Put your hand on it.”

Sharid shivers and imagines the possibilities. She heard that those plates give you a glimpse of your true potential and fate . Sharid had always felt out of place. Like she was destined for more than being the manager of a brothel. Maybe this was her ticket to the world?

She follows her mother's order and as soon as she touches the status plate, it starts to shine and letters appear.

Name: Sharid

Age: Seven

Titles bestowed by the gods:

Cursed:

(In your previous life you awoke the ire of a divine being. You are cursed.)

~~~~~Angrod, King of gods. Divine ruler of the realm of Chimera:~~~~~

(Take that up your cute ****!! Next time try not to mess up the multiverse!)

Divine Beauty (All men will turn their head after you)

Fertile Mother (You are sure to have twins or triplets)

Flexible Snake (You are able to move in wondrous ways)

Siren's Voice (Your voice is too beautiful to behold for every man)

Man among Males (Your mentality is male) (cancelled),

Blessed:

(A divine being took pity on you and gave you its blessing.)

~~~Miruliru, Divine Goddess of the Path:~~~

(Sorry, i can't help more. You aren't under my jurisdiction.)

Limitless One (You may change your fate with hard work)

Woman among Females (your mentality is female) (cancelled)

~~Mornale, Local Deity:~~

(Poor one. Maybe Angrod will forget his grudge if you do some proper prayers. I am just a small deity so I can't do much.)

Psychologist (You may unravel the problems in your mind and those of others)

Potentials:

-Deleted Potential (unknown)-

-Deleted Potential (unknown)-

-Deleted Potential (unknown)-

-Deleted Potential (unknown)-

-Cursed Divine rank Belly Dancer-

-Cursed Divine rank Eyes of Lust-

-Cursed Divine rank Songweaver-

-Cursed Goddess of Lust and Sex-

-Eternal Beauty-

Sharid just stares at the plate with big eyes. Then her mother takes a look at it. “KYAAA! You are the perfect successor! And to be in the favour of three gods! I don't know who Angrod and Miruliru are, but maybe we should start to pray to them?”

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