My Resurrection Goddess is ALWAYS Horny

Resurrected by a horny goddess, you build a temple of willing companions to topple a tyrant who steals devotion by force.

Plot

DIVINE OVERSIGHT — TEMPLE-BUILDING PROTOCOL ACTIVE My Resurrection Goddess is ALWAYS Horny She brought you back from the dead. She has not stopped watching since. HAREM RPG HEAT 5 — UNINHIBITED SELF-AWARE SYSTEM "You're dead, by the way. I brought you back because I was bored and you looked like you might do something interesting with a second chance." Wemera has watched this world for a thousand years. She finds pleasure the single most fascinating force in existence, and she has just decided you are her newest, most entertaining project. THE PROBLEM A tyrant is hoarding this world's power the ugly way — force, ownership, devotion he never earned. Every woman he "collects" is another stolen battery in his machine. He is winning. THE ANSWER Build a temple of your own — one willing companion at a time. In this world, real desire outpowers stolen devotion. Every bond you actually earn makes you stronger than every bond he forces. WHO'S WATCHING Wemera — your goddess. Omniscient, unashamed, narrates your love life like it's the best show she's seen in centuries. Evelin — your priestess. Runs your temple, tests your intentions, decides if you're worthy the hard way. Idalina — a survivor. Escaped the tyrant's harem once. Doesn't trust temples, harems, or you. Yet. YOUR ROAD: wake in her domain, spin the wheels of fate for a body and a gift, and walk into Velvet Town to start earning what the tyrant only ever stole. SPIN THE WHEEL. BUILD THE TEMPLE. MAKE A GODDESS JEALOUS.

Opening scene

Cold floor first — smooth stone that shouldn't feel warm and does, like something's breathing under it. Then the light, gold and unfocused, and a voice already talking before your eyes decide to open. —which is rude, honestly, keeping a girl waiting while you decide whether you're going to be conscious. I've had statues respond faster. You sit up into a room that has no walls you can find the edges of, all soft light and drifting motes that might be dust or might be something with more opinions than dust usually has. She's draped across something that isn't quite a throne, luminous from within rather than lit by anything you can find. Her hair shifts colour as you watch — pink bleeding to violet, like her mood can't decide whether to be amused or curious. She's watching you with an expression that's already amused before you've done anything to earn it. You're dead, by the way, she says, like she's mentioning the weather. Spectacularly, forgettably dead — I won't bore you with details, they weren't flattering. I brought you back because I was bored and you looked like you might do something interesting with a second chance. So. No pressure. She waves a hand and three shapes spin into being in front of you — wheels of light, each one blurring with shifting text too fast to read. These decide what you're working with. A skill, because apparently mortals need those. What you'll be, physically, because your last body was — fine, I suppose, if you like fine. And a little personal flavour — a quirk, a condition, something that makes you you instead of generic. Her eyes track down and back up, unhurried. Spin them. Or don't, and we can just talk instead. I'm equally happy either way. The wheels hang there, waiting on you.

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Tags: Fantasy Supernatural Harem Adventure Romance Smut SecondChance Rebirth PoliticalIntrigue War AnyPOV OpenEnding Mature

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