To Mother in Heaven Far Away,

Your excellent son faces yet another crisis threatening his... lower happiness. And this time, escape seems impossible.

If you truly are a great Goddess, please—just once—grant a "Goddess’s Miracle" to save your son in peril!

Because right now...

...

[Arisa! What’s wrong?! Move, Arisa!]

My mind screamed internally, but my body refused to obey. Worse—it instinctively wrapped around Lorian’s waist.

Lorian, already affected by my constitution, offered no resistance. She leaned in willingly.

This was the greatest crisis of my life: the loss of my lower-body happiness.

If it were just my monthly constitution flaring up, I could knock Lorian unconscious and escape.

But she’d just sacrificed her own body to drug me. How damn experienced was this girl with potions?!

...

I’d heard whispers of the Elvenfolk’s "Arcane Elixir" from my stepmothers.

One Elf mother warned me: this wasn’t cheap street brew. An Elder Elf spent forty-nine years crafting it—a legendary item that glowed golden even in your inventory!

Rumors said its production was scarce, yet its use brutally simple: dab it like perfume, approach your crush, and let the effects sink in. No matter how much they protested, their bodies would betray them, growing eager and compliant.

[It ensnares people without a trace! I’m innocent! Your stepmother drugged me first!]

My father’s exact words.

And the effects matched his description perfectly. Even as I protested...

Facing my soft-spoken childhood friend, my hands brushed hers lightly—and we tumbled onto the bed together.

Truly, the body obeys when the elixir takes hold!

"W-wait, Lorian... we really can’t..."

My heart wept, but my body thrummed with excitement. My hands expertly unfastened the buttons at her chest.

"Mew~"

Lorian’s eyes fluttered shut, utterly pliant beneath my touch.

Her flushed, gasping face held no "princessly grace," yet looked even more alluring.

Influenced by my constitution, she hooked her arms around my neck and coiled her legs around my waist like an octopus.

This... was truly the end!

Already a hormone-raging teen starved of intimacy, I found every girl beautiful—even Lorian’s pet kitten seemed charmingly delicate to me.

What my instincts would do to the girl I’d always loved required no imagination.

When I snapped back to reality, the maiden lay bare before me.

Though my mind screamed "Hill will execute me!", my hand drifted toward even more forbidden territory.

Forgive me, Mother! By dawn, your son will cease to be a man!

Forgive me, Father! I’ll never become a mighty Hero King like you, ruling hundreds of harems!

Forgive me, Hill! ...Could you leave me a souvenir before punishment?

My silent prayers mingled with inner wails—yet my palm met only rough fabric.

Something... felt off. Hadn’t I already stripped Lorian bare?

I opened my eyes. Before me wasn’t a blushing Lorian, but Hill, who’d somehow materialized between us.

Goddess! Was this divine intervention?!

Hope flared—until the elixir’s haze made my hand squeeze the softness I’d grabbed.

Hill’s cheeks flushed slightly.

"Disrespecting a deity shatters your very soul for remolding."

"But I can’t control myself!" I roared with every ounce of will.

...

Minutes later.

"Haaah..."

I exhaled slowly, watching Lorian sleep soundly.

The great Goddess Hill had just performed a true "Goddess’s Miracle"—a blessing that would shame every cleric alive. She’d awakened the pure, virtuous "Arisa" buried deep within me.

Well... technically, she’d just flicked my forehead.

But Goddesses weren’t mere titles. Hill effortlessly purged the elixir’s effects—and even calmed my raging constitution.

As for Lorian, my constitution’s influence would keep her asleep awhile longer.

The sudden crisis dissolved under Hill’s grace, swift and clean.

I stole another glance at her. The Goddess gazed thoughtfully out the window, like a cat intently communing with its homeworld.

"T-thanks, Hill. For before... and now..."

I’d never have escaped that trap alone. Without her, Lorian and I would’ve been attempting acrobatics best left undescribed.

The consequences would’ve been dire: as punishment for breaking my vow, I’d lose my lower-body happiness forever.

Hill wasn’t just my savior—she was my rebirth.

She turned at my words, studying me with unfamiliar eyes before glancing at sleeping Lorian.

Then the Goddess tilted her head and... pouted adorably.

"Why thank me?"

Why?

Was this divine deadpan humor?

"For just now! You erased the elixir and my constitution in a flash. A moment later, and I’d have failed my vow..."

Her solemn expression confused me.

"Since you can ‘poof’ away my constitution like that... why didn’t you help during past crises?"

"No reason. No meaning. Little Arisa, I monitor your vow-breaking—not help you pass trials."

Her voice dwindled, even she seeming puzzled.

"Yes... why did I break duty... to stop a human..."

*That’s my line...*

"I-I’ll keep distance from Lorian now. Next time, she might trap me again... I’m sorry for ignoring your warnings earlier!"

I bowed my head quickly, swallowing the rest.

Didn’t she realize?

At dinner... just now...

My maid. My Goddess.

Was she... worried about me?