Now Ben Dover sat there, staring at his balance of only eighty sex points.

Since Elyndra wasn’t bulging on even the cost of some simple questions, he doubted she would actually do anything to reduce the drastic change in the cost for his dick expansion pack.

Sighing in defeat while also imagining the best way to literally screw this goddess over... Ben decides to seek an answer to a question still along that line, but with a little efficiency on his part....

"Will the cost for increasing the size of my dick continue to rise, and why?" 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

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[A response to these two enquiries would consume 20SP. Proceed?]

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’Just go ahead and deduct it, you stingy goddess!’ Ben replied begrudgingly in his mind as he watched his points drop to sixty.

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To answer both your enquiries.... yes....the cost to increase the size of your penis will keep climbing... because of inflation.

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’Inflation?...what type of inflation is that?’ Ben mumbled in his mind, looking flabbergasted by the goddess’s response.

Even though Ben wasn’t a student of economics in his home world, he still knew what inflation meant.

Simply put, it’s the fall in purchasing power in relation to gradually increasing prices of goods and services.

For inflation to make sense, there needs to be a competing currency in concurrent trade.

So, as far as Ben could tell, the goddess was just making things up to steal more points from him. This goddess was beginning to show her true colors, Ben thought.

He had a suspicious look on his face as he decided to regard all of Elyndra’s claims with a pinch of salt from now on.

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Hey....I know what you’re thinking, Hardwood Ben!. How dare you think of me as a fraud?!

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Ben could almost feel Elyndra’s annoyance from the words on the system interface. Still, his thoughts didn’t change.

’Well.... If the shoe fits,’ he remarked boldly in his mind.

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I will have you know, there are intricate godly expenditures involved in every process carried out through this fantastical system I made for you. Processes you can’t even hope to fathom.

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’You just sound like a scammer to me’

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’....’

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This call has been terminated by HR.

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Would you like to reestablish a connection?

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"Guess she’s real pissed now," Ben mumbled in his seat, not really too concerned that he had just provoked a powerful goddess who literally held his life and death in her hands.

He believed she couldn’t actually do anything to harm him, since his remaining alive and spreading his seed on her planet would only serve to help her.

She might even be telling the truth about there being some complex nature to how sex points usage was calculated, but Ben still couldn’t remain quiet after experiencing such bad service.

He was currently more pissed by the fact that she had gone ahead and ended the call, when she wasn’t even the one who paid the cost for the connection in the first place.

Frowning in frustration... Ben failed to realise when a plus-sized, bald man, in a fancy purple robe, had entered the room... and was now standing only a couple of feet in front of him....

"What the fuck!."

Ben yelled out in shock before he could control himself, pushing backwards sharply on his wooden seat and almost toppling it over.

His shocked reaction did not faze this bald middle-aged man in the least.....

The man just stood there, his bald head glistening resplendently in the warm glow of the room’s lantern lights, staring at Ben like a hunter assessing prey.

A sudden, horrific thought struck Ben at that moment. A thought that was incredibly horrifying to him.

’No, no, no! Wait, wait, wait!’

’It....it can’t be!’

’Don’t tell me...?!’

As this thought ran through Ben’s mind, he took a glance at both the ladies in the room to read their reaction to the sudden presence of this bald man.....

But the turmoil in his mind only grew more turbulent, seeing both ladies looking even more respectful to the presence of this person.

Which translated to one thing in Ben’s mind....

Who else could enter this room so freely, and they do not look like servants; they look very fancy, and they were appraising Ben with that scrutinizing gaze.

And add to the fact that no one had ever mentioned that this so-called ’mistress’ would be a woman.

’Fuck. Is this the mistress?!’

’No, no, no! Wait, wait, wait!’

Ben had no issue with those who play this type of sport.....

But he himself particularly stuck to a more traditional path, just like his father, Softwood Ben Dover, and his grandfather before him, Longwood Ben Dover.

And anything deviating from that path was simply unthinkable to Ben.

Add to the fact that his preference was as solid and as unmovable as the boulder that sank the Titanic.

Watching this fancily dressed bald man, with extra length of his purple robe draped fashionably across his right hand, which he had positioned in front of him stylishly.....

Ben was ready to protest whatever this person had in mind when he heard them speak in a calm but commanding tone...

"Is the water the right temperature?"

He posed the question, not taking his gaze away from Ben, but the two servant ladies by the bathtub responded simultaneously, bowing respectfully....

"Yes, lord chancellor!"

A wave of relief washed over Ben, seeing this bald man being addressed as some type of chancellor.

Which would mean he was probably the chancellor to wherever this place is, and not the mistress herself.

’That was close!’ Ben exclaimed in his mind in relief. He definitely wasn’t gonna be allowing himself to be bent over by some bald dude.

There was also the fact that Ben Dover naturally found bald people very suspicious and untrustworthy.....

There was something about the way the light reflected and bounced off the top of their shiny heads that gave him this strange feeling.

And he was getting those strong, untrustworthy vibes from this chancellor person before him.

The bald man gave one final quick look at Ben before muttering...

"Will do."

Then turning around, he began walking out of the room with his robes flailing behind him until he was out the door....

but this time, he didn’t close the door and left it wide open.

Ben didn’t have to wait long to find out why the door was left open.....As only a couple of minutes later....

He began hearing the approaching clicks of heels outside the corridor....until someone finally came into view.

Ben muttered unconsciously....

"Dayum!"