Not to say all things were constant work. In between supplying her with a steady stream of your 'treatments' of 'protein' as her meals, the affectionate spanking sessions, massages— yes, in between all of these things that made your goddess refreshed and happy, moments of soft intimacy followed. The ones that you felt were the most tender would involved the times when you'd embraced her and felt for yourself the light movement from what your wife carried.

Yet the Goddess of Artifice, while content with remaining your 'personal toy to play with', insisted on assisting.

And assist she did; fixing the place up and doing everything she reasonably could (so long as it didn't interrupt her pressing schedule of sleeping and getting spanked by you) to make aluminum production more convenient. She'd even drawn up suggestions on where the best places to build this foundry was and how to use the energy and factory rooms to most efficiently power it up.

You considered how happy she was when building things, but her energy and enthusiasm were clearly from the fact she was with you. She drank in every moment you 'took advantage of' and 'forced yourself' on her.

Still she was always eager to help.

>And there was no reason to stop this natural help she was giving you. (Uses up Herta's weekly action in helping with aluminum production)
>But you still had other plans for her. (Herta's weekly choices will be given as normal)
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After hours of hard, tedious work, deciding on how to power some newly built furnaces, eventually ending up using the boilers to create steam energy. Figuring out the best way to make things work out was no easy task — goddess' help or not. You were sorely tempted to use Lunacy Savantae to speed things up in this particular step of your plan, yet you knew that getting too wild with it could mess things up down the line.

However that wasn't to say that Savant-made things like rooms had no place in when making space. The two of you, lost in Lunacy Savantae, did well as a team. Even as you drilled out some more space to in turn make even more space within by some sort of Savant trick, without making the entire dungeon collapse. Although Herta never forgot your promise to give her extra 'treatments' every passing day, and you were more than happy to spoil your needy goddess.

Before you knew it, you already had a couple of large spaces set up.

"Part of me wants to ask how this is possible." You look at the underground rooms that were bigger on the inside than out. "But I already know the answer, as much as I can't put it into words."

"It's because you're a genius, Master." Herta complimented. "A cruel genius that rightfully forced me to work like the cow I am," She was the one that insisted on helping you. "And when you get frustrated you grab me with your strong arms and slap me silly and pin me down and use me until I'm filled with your-"

"Hey, Herta," You interrupt as a sudden thought occurs "How strong are you?"