The Perverted Decree of an Administrator

Subtitle: If every world’s Administrator is secretly a concubine of the Creator God… just how many lovers does the Creator God truly possess?

Before becoming a deity, Qiweiya had always believed in one immutable truth: the world was composed of breasts, buttocks, neutrons, and protons. This conviction only solidified further after the anime *Keijo!!!!!!!!* premiered.

The sight of buttocks dancing with sweat, the resonating passion of impact and collision, made the entire world seem to fall silent. (Anyone with dirty thoughts should go face the wall for a moment and then return.)

Qiweiya could only wipe away a nosebleed, wanting to exclaim, “Good job!” to the producers. This sports anime, featuring girls in *sukumizu* swimwear, flaunted beautiful hips, thighs, and ample chests (to put it delicately!).

It brimmed with youth, vitality, friendship, and… benefits! *Cough, cough.* She couldn’t elaborate further, but one thing was certain: Qiweiya was about to make a huge splash.

With a face flushed with excitement at the thought of this sport, Qiweiya issued a divine decree: “Henceforth, such a competitive event shall be held annually to appease the gods!”

She further stipulated that the victor would be granted one wish, provided it didn’t endanger the world. However, ‘world peace’ (or ‘nuclear peace’) was explicitly off-limits.

‘Don’t you know that world peace is the one fact that can never be achieved?’ she mused. ‘A world without desires lacks motivation and vitality! All things would cease to progress! What a terrifying prospect that would be! So long as the world isn’t destabilized, anything goes!’

Qiweiya declared, “What’s so entertaining about a bunch of primitive cavewomen playing PPAP? Evolve for a few thousand years first, then perhaps you can amuse me!” She chuckled mischievously.

Qiweiya pondered for a moment. ‘Wait, that’s not right!’ she realized. ‘If humans aren’t suitable, other races certainly are!’

Thus, she promptly sent out the same divine decree to the Dragon Race, Winged Humans, Demon Race, Elven Race, and Merfolk.

On the very day the divine decree was issued, races across the world with extreme potential ignited with fervor. This marked the first true appearance of the Origin God before these various peoples.

Of course, when delivering the decree, Qiweiya didn’t forget to unleash a wave of divine miracles. ‘What’s the difference between a god who doesn’t perform miracles and a salted fish?’ she thought wryly.

The Temple Consciousness, aware of all her actions, calmly remarked, “As expected, you’re quite the pervert, aren’t you~”

Qiweiya gave an awkward laugh, then enthusiastically declared, “What’s wrong with a man being a pervert!”

“While I’m powerless against your words,” the Temple Consciousness replied, “consider this: as the Creator God’s world Administrator, can you still truly be called a man~?”

Qiweiya glanced down at her own body, slumping in defeat.

Yet, she quickly reignited with fierce determination. “Even if my ‘golden spear’ has been confiscated! I! Will still shout to the world: I can *still* be a yuri!”

“I’ll go suggest to Creator God-sama that we turn you genderless.”

Qiweiya instantly dropped to her knees. “I was wrong! I’ll never make such perverted remarks again!”

“Then go face the wall for a hundred years, and we’ll talk again~ Otherwise, it’s genderless service for you.”

Qiweiya obediently found a wall within the Temple and began facing it.

Three hours later, Qiweiya exclaimed, “Hey! I just thought of something! If the Creator God has so many worlds, then which number harem member is our world?”

“…” the Temple Consciousness sighed. “I genuinely wish I could dissect you right now to see how your brain circuits are wired! Worlds are merely like children to the Creator God-sama, a father-child relationship. Where do you get ‘harem’ from that?”

Qiweiya wore a smug expression. “No, no, no! That’s just your shallow understanding! There’s also a route in this world called ‘father-marrying’!”

“………You! Go face the wall for another thousand years! Don’t speak to me! You’ve completely disgusted me now.”

“Hey, hey, hey! Don’t be like that! I’ll die of boredom in a thousand years!” (It seemed she no longer cared about being “disgusted.”)

“Then go teach the babies! Don’t bother me.”

Qiweiya made a sour face and rolled on the floor. “No, no! Lecturing a bunch of light orbs isn’t fun at all! I think it’s much more enjoyable to be with you than with them!”

“You, you, you! What nonsense are you spouting?! How could someone as serious as me be fun? If you keep talking rubbish, I’ll send you down to the mortal realm to manage those races! I’m serious.”

Qiweiya chuckled, her voice rising playfully. “Oh my, oh my~ Someone’s getting tsundere~ My little housekeeper maid is being tsundere~”

“You, you, you! Don’t push your luck! Be careful, or I’ll kick you down into a tentacle hell right now!”

Qiweiya instantly turned serious. “Do I look like someone who would act perversely towards girls?”

“Pretending to be proper now won’t help! Just go die!”

And just like that, Qiweiya was kicked out of the Temple once more. “Housekeeper maid! I’ll ‘censored’ your ancestors’ gravestones!”