A massive hot spring appears upon ascending a mountain not far from the Holy City of Igogoden.
This location, which Erin once received from the gods by pleading indulgently, has now transformed into a place that only women who have been blessed in some form by divine love can perceive.
In other words, just recognizing this location was considered as experiencing ‘the love of the gods,’ according to Saint Erin’s explanation.
And in this place—
“It feels nostalgic… Hehe, every time I come here, I remember the first time I connected with Igogoden.”
Erin closed her eyes and recalled that moment.
When she made a request unrelated to survival, simply saying, ‘I want to bath.’
Not long after, scalding water suddenly erupted before her eyes, transforming into a hot spring.
Witnessing this spectacle was truly astonishing.
However, that moment was special not just because a trivial request had been granted.
‘He told me never to forget… that I am a woman.’
Thump, thump.
Erin carefully placed her hand on the great reservoir of divine energy that had made her a saint.
Even the person beside her could sense how fast her heart was racing.
‘Igogoden, since the moment I accepted your divine words… I, Erin, have never forgotten, not for a single moment, that I am a girl.’
Erin cautiously observed the other women.
Then, once again, she playfully pleaded to the gods.
‘It’s fine for you to share your love with many. I have no intention of defying your will like a foolish woman.’
‘But please, remember this: I was the first, and I have been with you the longest. Please, never, ever forget that….’
Thus, starting with Erin, the woman who essentially brought this place into existence, the others each reflected on their feelings and entered the hot spring, clad only in towels.
***
‘My master, Igogoden.’
Eirene, whose voluptuous figure could barely be concealed by a single small towel, gently placed her hand on her chest and recalled an unforgettable moment.
That lone towel was woefully inadequate to cover her overwhelming figure, which stood out even among the women gathered here.
Her ample chest and her wide, childbearing hips remained largely exposed, but she didn’t mind.
Casting aside cumbersome clothing and immersing herself in this place as she had been when first born into this world brought an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Submerging herself in the water, Eirene tilted her head upward.
‘Wow….’
The same beautiful scenery as that time reappeared, filling her gaze with a girl-like wonder.
During a time when everyone sought her life, immersing herself in this hot spring, gazing up, she had seen the breathtaking star-filled sky.
Since that day, Eirene had never once slept peacefully.
‘Igogoden, just once more… I wish to meet you. The one who can make me a woman, my only master….’
‘Until the day you descend and find me again, I will dedicate every day to refining myself. I will become the Eirene you adore, a servant who can serve and honor you more than anyone else.’
Though the Emperor might have found such thoughts dangerous, what could be done?
Humans who fall in love for the first time tend to break down like this.
Having learned about men at the late age of thirty-six, Eirene longed for the one and only man and god who had entered her life with a fervor unmatched by ordinary women.
Even if they might never meet again, she kept herself pure, her heart solely devoted to her creator—a pure love that represented the utmost a human could offer to their divine maker.
***
Behind Erin and Eirene, an awkward and hesitant Ballas prepared to enter the hot spring.
Although she was not directly ‘chosen by the gods,’ she had gained this body when she, a demon lord, became the ‘Demon Lordess.’
Thus, she was able to perceive this place.
‘Why am I even bathing here with humans…?’
Demons, after all, did not need to bath to remain clean.
The ‘demonic energy’ unique to demons always protected them from external germs, maintaining a natural cleanliness akin to a protective shield.
And yet, for some reason…
Though she had previously felt no shame being unclothed, since gaining the body of a human woman, she had found herself embarrassed by nudity.
The very act of undressing now felt unappealing.
‘The Demon Lord is working tirelessly to maintain peace with humanity. Refusing something so minor would be unthinkable.’
Resolving herself, Ballas carefully stepped into the hot spring.
As her body gradually submerged—
“Ahhh….”
The soothing warmth of the water overwhelmed her senses, enveloping her entirely.
‘This… feels amazing!’
It was far better than she had imagined.
She finally understood why humans enjoyed bathing.
“How is the water, Ballas?”
“Huh? Oh… Saint Erin, this is… incredible….”
“Is it? Hehe… Ballas, you too were transformed into a human by Igogoden’s will. The god’s hot spring is always open to you.”
“Th-thank you….”
***
After Ballas, the next to enter were the proud Holy Knights who served alongside Saint Erin.
Among them was Ophel, who, noticing the small rabbit perched on her head, spoke up.
“Wait, little rabbit. Your fluffy fur will get soaked. You should wait outside—”
“Igogoden.”
“Huh? You… can walk on water?”
Hop!
The rabbit leaped from Ophel’s head and landed on the water’s surface.
Ripple, ripple.
Though circles formed where its paws landed, there was no splash.
The rabbit walked freely on the water as though it were solid ground.
“Wow! Amazing, little rabbit!”
“Igogoden.”
“Ehehe… That’s incredible!”
The rabbit spun on one paw, performing a 360-degree turn as if proud of the praise.
“Hah! Truly impressive! To think you can walk on water… I must strive to improve myself as well.”
Laughing heartily, Ophel removed her modest circlet, revealing a youthful face beneath her usual composed demeanor.
“Come here, little rabbit. I’ll show you something fun!”
While Ophel entertained the rabbit, the last to enter was Linnea, the former second princess and now a Holy Knight.
She cautiously stepped into the spring, her ample figure modestly concealed by a towel, and joined the others.
With this, all the women chosen by the gods, save for the Demon Lordess, had entered the hot spring.
“Are we all going to bath together…?”
“Yes!”
“…?”
Erin’s overly bright expression during the Q&A made it hard to ask further questions.
Still, the purpose of such an arrangement was difficult to understand.
If they simply wanted to bath together, couldn’t they just do so? Why bring in the idea of divine revelation?
“Well, it’s probably a simple matter. Practitioners need to maintain strong and healthy bodies, and cleanliness is also part of their training. Besides, this is an opportunity to observe how far we’ve come,” Ophel explained.
“An opportunity to observe…?”
“Who would have thought that demons, an emperor, and a saint would bath together in harmony?”
At Ophel’s words, Linnea once again scanned the room.
Saint Erin. Emperor Eirene. High Demon Ballas.
Indeed… it was an unusual combination.
The only commonality was that they all had large chests.
“Perhaps it’s something like this: the divine message is telling us that our efforts are not meaningless. It encourages us to stay diligent and not lose sight of our beginnings,” Ophel suggested, offering a rather idealistic interpretation.
‘…That’s probably not it.’
‘If such a moral lesson were the intent, there was no need to insist on bathing.’
‘Frankly, even gathering together to eat divine food, like fried chicken, could convey the same message.’
‘It didn’t feel like Erin had any hidden agenda, so the divine message likely wasn’t fabricated.’
‘If the gods had specifically commanded them to bath, what was the reason?’
As Linnea pondered, she could only come to one conclusion.
‘This type of command felt less like something the creator of the world would issue and more like something… a normal man curious about women bathing might say.’
‘If viewed this way, the group’s common trait of having large chests made more sense.’
‘As described in sacred texts, the faith of Igogoden valued the divine energy stored in a woman’s chest.’
‘Could it be that the divine message was simply a pretext to gather women with large chests and watch them bath?’
‘…No way.’
The god described in the scriptures was a male figure, but surely, as a god, he would be far beyond such human inclinations.
‘It seemed ridiculous to think that such a being would go so far as to issue a divine command just to fulfill a trivial desire.’
Even though Linnea acknowledged her lack of faith, she had no intention of belittling the deity who continued to perform miracles for their world.
‘Should I visit Ares again?’
It had been a while since she had sought out the nun Karen after their last conversation.
‘Maybe Ares could provide some insight’… With that thought, Linnea let her distracting thoughts flow away in the warmth of the water.
“Ahh.”
***
As I read the comic, a sudden shiver ran up my spine.
Linnea… this character…!
‘You, you’ve figured it all out, haven’t you?’
In this story, the one closest to uncovering the truth about the god’s existence wasn’t Saint Erin or Emperor Eirene, who was also my wife—it was Linnea, a Holy Knight.
And to think, it was the one with the weakest faith!
I marveled at how skillfully the author used the character’s traits.
The subtle detail of Linnea’s lack of faith, which might have been overlooked, was brilliantly utilized to make her suspicious of the divine commands.
It added an extra layer of intrigue, leaving me eager to see what would happen next.
This was no ordinary storytelling—it was a masterful form of audience engagement.
‘So, you’ve realized this much? What are you going to do now? Sponsor the series!’
While I didn’t plan to fall into such traps, I couldn’t help but applaud the meticulous setup.
‘The author is a genius…!’
Every chapter left me in awe, but this one was particularly impressive.
***
I scrolled further down.
The panels depicted chests.
Chests over chests.
Chests on top of even larger chests.
So many chests.
‘Mamma Mia!’
Six voluptuous characters with enormous chests filled the page.
‘A feast of six plates!’
To think there was an artist willing to draw six plates of overflowing beauty just for me!
[Igogoden: Truly amazing… Thank you, great one… You are a god among men…]
[MoneyPlease: I’m so glad it pleased you. It was worth the effort for Igogoden-sama.]
The quality was incredible.
Each character’s chest was uniquely detailed, with subtle differences in shape and contour.
Although the steam and towels covered the most critical areas, it was clear that the artist had meticulously considered every detail.
[Igogoden: Today is the best day.]
[Igogoden: No, tomorrow will be better. The day after tomorrow too. I’ll never forget this.]
[MoneyPlease: I’m sorry for not drawing bathing scenes sooner. I’ll make up for it.]
Even as I marveled at the visuals, my phone buzzed.
“What now?”
I checked the notification.
[Hey, are you coming back to the game or what? Your stuff is still here, and there’s a 140,000 won package deal. It’s the best one yet, and they’re giving out rewards just for logging in!]
‘Ugh, so annoying.’
I captured a scene from the comic and replied.
[Forget that trash game. I’m busy admiring art.]
Satisfied with my response, I turned my attention back to the comic.
I carefully paused at a panel that showcased all the characters’ chests in one glorious frame.
Grabbing a roll of tissue in one hand, I prepared to embrace the moment.
“Come to me!”
***
Buzz!
My phone vibrated again.
I glanced at it with a grin, expecting another reply.
[(Photo)]
[Forget that trash game. I’m busy admiring art.]
“…!”
The recipient, red-faced, threw her phone onto the bed and shouted angrily.
“Ugh, that perverted otaku!”
The wait for Igogoden’s ‘message’ wasn’t exclusive to the women.