Mostly. Don't destroy her sense of reality all at once.

"Yeah, I guess I do owe you that much huh?" you agree with a light chuckle. "Let's get cleaned up first though."

"Please," Yang eagerly agreed, wincing at how gross the copious pool of mixed juices felt on her skin. "But how are we supposed to-"

You deny her a chance to ask the obvious question when you snap your fingers. In an instant, all traces of your coupling vanished and left behind pristine carpet. More importantly, you make a point to halt the flow of time as well so that she's not late for her first class of the day. After all, you anticipated that this talk might take awhile. She takes a moment to process what you had just done before turning on you in disbelief.

"There's no simple way to say it so I'm just going to go ahead and say it; I'm a God," you admit as you stand.

"Are... you pulling my leg?" she asks, hesitantly taking your offered hand.

"No, I'm pulling your arm," you answer cheekily.

She retorts by punching you lightly in the shoulder, a frown on her face.

"Jackass," she growls.

You suppress your snickering so that you could answer her seriously.

"For real though, I'm not a normal human. I was quite literally blessed with incredible powers by my Creator who, and I quote, "wanted to see what a human would do without any barrier." I ended up being the one chosen. He basically gave me reality as my personal playground. Whatever I wish to happen, I do simply that; wish it. Specific changes such as altering how society works or even reforming the laws of physics requires I write the new rules down, and contradictory rules cancel out the oldest of the set. Case in point, I erased all evidence of our romp and I've even stopped time. With me so far?"

"Wow, you're throwing a lot at me here," Yang pointed out with a deadpan. "So what, you can just snap your fingers and whatever you want to happens just happens?"

"For the most part, yes," you confirm.

"So your strength, your speed, your Semblance if I can even call it that now, even your little meeting with Torchwick where you somehow convinced him to leave, you did all that because you got some universal cheat code in your brain?"

"That's... a blunt way of putting it but yes. Basically."

She shakes her head in shock.

"I can't believe what I'm hearing... did you do anything to me too? Did you make me do anything against my will?" she demands, her voice rising. "Did you use your power to take advantage of me?!"

Yang's eyes were flashing back to red once more. That was no surprise given her justified anger and suspicion. If your positions were reversed, you'd be suspicious too.

"The most I've done was calm your mind and... maybe boosted your arousal."

She scoffs and backs away from you.

"Maybe? Just what the Hell is that supposed to mean? For all I know, you could've **** me! How do I know you haven't been fucking around with my memories too?!"

"If I wanted to go behind your back and take advantage of you, I would've already done it. We wouldn't even be having this conversation if all I saw in you was a toy. You asked me to be honest, so here it is."

Yang crosses her arms as fumes plume out of her ears. Despite her frustration with you, she couldn't find much reason to argue that point either. That didn't mean she had to trust you though, and you could clearly feel that mistrust rolling off of her in waves.

"Is there anything else you're not telling me?"

"My powers were stunted coming here. What I mean is I'm not from Remnant and most of my ability was expended entering this Universe."

You decide to omit the details that her Universe was basically non existent until you made it real. You really didn't want her to have an existential crisis so soon after revealing your origins.

"And why did you even come here in the first place?"

"To test my abilities, have an adventure, meet beautiful women, and save the world from blood thirsty monsters?" you offer.

She can't help but laugh at the absurdity of your reason.

"I guess I should be somewhat grateful for that. If what you're telling me is true then I really wouldn't want to see you on the bad guys' side."

"It was an option, but I still have a moral compass after all things are considered. I don't like causing pain to others unless they've personally wronged me or someone close to me. Besides, being a tyrannical dictator is such a cliche move for a Deity. I'd rather be loved than hated."

You then take that moment to close the distance between you, causing Yang to back up involuntarily into the wall. She still had some reservations about you and your true nature. You do your best to calm her the natural way, no use of powers and no magical tricks, only as sincere a look as you could muster and a gentle caress of her cheek with your hand. She shivers beneath your touch.

"Do you hate me, Yang?"

"I... I guess not," she admits with a sigh, her eyes fluttering closed.

"Can you love me instead?" you ask, your lips now hovering over hers.

"Maybe..."

"Do you at least believe me?"

"I don't know... I... need some time to... think," she manages to say before you halt her train of thought with a loving kiss.

She moans pleasurably into your mouth and parts her lips to give you access. Your tongue slides out to meet hers and the two fleshy appendages coil together in a heated dance. You feel your manhood rising to the occasion once more and it soon juts into her stomach, prompting her to break the connection.

"Gods what are you doing to me?" she says with a breathy tone as she gently pushes you back. "It's like I'm falling for you hard. I don't even know if these feelings are real anymore."

"They're real," you assure her. "The last thing I want is for you to think I **** you to love me. That's a line I'll never cross."

You meant it too. There was just something unforgivably taboo about the act that made your stomach churn. You may have been a bit of an ass at times, but you were hardly malevolent.

"You said that time is stopped right?" Yang suddenly asks.

"It is until I cancel the spell, yes. Why?"

"Can you keep it going for a few hours? I did stay up all night for you and I want some sleep before class."

You chuckle at the simple request.

"I'll give you eight so you'll have a full night's rest. Or... I could just restore your stamina right here."

She shakes her head.

"Nah, I like my beauty rest more. I'll turn into a grouchy old woman if I don't sleep, and I don't think you have a granny fetish."

You couldn't argue that point. Sleep was another worldly pleasure you didn't want to give up.

"Well you better get running off to bed then. Don't let me keep you up any longer," you say as you wave her off.

Laughing with gratitude, Yang gives you one more peck on the lips before retreating back to her dorm, though she pauses for a moment in the doorway to look back at you, a tranquil smile on her face.

"... Michael? Thank you for being honest with me. I'll see you around?"

You give her a cheesy thumbs up.

"Count on it."

And with that, the door clicked shut behind her. You let out a long sigh of relief, grateful that she took the news so well in the end. The entire conversation had your heart hammering in your chest, especially when she grew suspicious of your intentions with her. You could've changed her attitude towards you in an instant if it ever boiled down to hatred, but did you really want that? It also occurred to you that you'll inevitably have similar conversations with the other girls you decided to have bear your offspring, namely Glynda and Pyrrha who were already carrying your children. Muttering at how this God stuff just became a lot more complicated if you wanted to keep things as natural as possible, you resolve to get some rest yourself and think about it later. Hopefully this time your time dilation wouldn't cancel out again in your sleep but on the off chance that it did, there was always a rewind option. With a snap of your fingers, you return back to the comfort of your own room.