Nuwa plays, the Queen gets Situated

However tempting the idea of ripping that piece of desk listing her Punishments off and throwing it into the 4D depths of her Tesseract was in her mind, Nuwa balked. Messing with the Dao in any way besides taking the proper path was a one-way ticket to insanity or ****. Daoists must legitimately overcome the obstacles in their path! This is why The Dao is also known as The Way.

And so, despite experiencing revulsion akin to swallowing a cockroach, Nuwa exited her mindscape, summoned her [Smartphone], opened the Gem Ladies app, and hunkered down to play some match-3. She leaned back against the wall of the alleyway and casually kicked pebbles as she waited for it to load. ‘Stupid app. Stupid [System]. Stupid Mira. Stupid dumpster. Stupid Uncle Zeus..’

The game started immediately upon loading, but Nuwa was ready and staring at her phone with a vengeance. She made up for her poor experience at match-3 games with the superhuman reflexes that came from her god-tier soul. Her hands may not be able to move at superhuman speeds anymore, but her thoughts still could.

‘Mira, you bitch! I definitely don’t like you anymore. Smiling that much while forcing people to play a game that only the best of mortals could possibly win consistently.’

Nuwa lost because the game threw in a bunch of extra trap mechanics that they never explained. She could see herself winning consistently after a few rounds, but other mortals? No way. She felt pity for all the Punished women that fell victim to Gem Ladies. Nuwa was a modern woman and a feminist at heart! Not the radical kind, but involuntary sluttiness was one step too far. Her feminist efforts never held much sway in the Greek Mythology dimension, but here, she could surely make a difference.

Mira slid back onto the screen in a pirouette dance. The angular momentum sent her absurdly large tits into flight before they plopped back down into place when she ended her short routine with two thumbs up. “Nice job, babe! You’re getting better at this, but you still lost! No worries, one Punishment is no big deal! You’ll win next time around! Keep up the great work and remember that Punishments can be fun too!”

Nuwa was not jolly, pleased, or having fun in the least. Even though the earlier Punishments were practically a favor for her, she could make do without the additional anxiety. ‘You and your ilk better be prepared to meet divine retribution for your sins, Mira!’

The punishment box returned and listed:

1. Slutty Professional, Level 1

2. Let’s Go Commando

3. Cold Front

4. 1-Up - New!

Nuwa clearly felt her tits begin to grow from their ideal proportions at D cup to a very slightly obscene E cup. That minute change is the difference between what most people consider an extremely hot woman and a pornstar. Her shirt did not change in size and went from not too tight to skin tight. Nuwa was not a fan. Her body was her temple. This though, unlike the other Punishments, was something she could fix this by expending some sex energy into body transformation.

Genital transformation in particular came very easy to her. Long before attaining Godhood, she had spent a few decades experimenting as a futanari, exploring the wombs of that world’s most beautiful women. Indeed, that dimension is where most of her descendents currently reside. Her morals were looser back then. She irresponsibly ditched her whiny harem before they grew old. Ever since then, she would only grow a dick for fun and it would never be a permanent fixture on her body.

Although breasts were not necessarily sexual organs, they fell under that umbrella because of their stimulating effect on sexual desire. Nuwa pulled some of the sex energy from her Dao Tesseract and moved it to her chest. Her chest soon shrunk back to its ideal size. “Yes! Fuck right off, Mira! Suck my dick, titty freak!”

Unfortunately, the moment Nuwa stopped transferring sex energy to her chest, her shirt tightened again with filled out flesh. Her celebration was abruptly cut off with an embarrassed cough, followed by her groaning with slumped shoulders. ‘I can’t waste my energy constantly on something minor like this. There’s no Gods here to harvest large quantities of sex energy at a time from. Curse my frugal genes. Whatever then! Big titties are no biggie.’

Nuwa harrumphs and returns to the street. Her braless boobs and rock hard nipples bounce animatedly with each sway of her wide hips and clack of her heels. She’s not used to walking in heels when her last life was spent mostly barefoot, but she digs up the procedural memories from her other lives in less than a minute.

Night has set and so has the darkness, but her platinum blonde hair reflected the moonlight like a fluorescent bulb. Her green eyes narrowed into slits and her pearly white teeth spread into a slightly devious, slightly nostalgic smile. ‘It’s time for a good old hunt.’ The eyes of her fellow pedestrians lingered on her body, returning again and again no matter how much they tried to look away.

She heard a few murmurs outside the range of a normal mortal’s earshot.

“Who’s that? A model?”

“Maybe an actress or a pornstar.”

“Hey dude, look at the size of those jugs!”

“Kids these days are too much.. This is Main Street, not a catwalk.”

“Mark, if I see your eyes wandering one more time.. I swear to God, we will be through!”

Nuwa’s demeanor and sway takes on a regal tone. ‘This will soon be my kingdom and I will be its Queen. They can look, comment, and fap all they want, but if they stand in my way, they better be prepared to offer something of value or get trampled under my heel. Maybe they’ll catch a flash of my pussy as a consolation.’

Three black men were casually sitting on top of a car letting out wolf whistles at her. The car was right up against the curb, so it wasn’t very far from her walking path. Normally, mortals are too intimidated in the presence of Gods to do much of anything other than stare. Nuwa smiled at them to show she acknowledged praise from her subjects. She was known as a magnanimous Goddess after all.

Speaking of people who stood in her way though, the obese one out of the three perked up the moment he saw the smile and jumped off the hood of the car to block the walkway. He said, “Hey lil’ momma. You lookin’ mighty fine tonight! How much to take dat fat ass o yours out to town?”

The largest of the men jumped down and quickly pulled his buddy back out of the way of her walking path. “Bro, get yo head out of yo ass! She outta our league. Howdy ma’am. My friend here dunno a professional woman when he sees one. Ack chu mally, I too be smittened by your geometrics.”

The thin black man lazed on top of the car and said, “She real fine. Ey man, who farted?”

Nuwa raised her brow and observed their reactions with interest. To some degree, it was nice not to be worshipped everywhere she went.

The fat man objected, “Nah Man. She smell like shit, but those tig ole bitties and hot ass make up for that any day!”

Nuwa stopped in her steps just next to them and spoke out. Her voice was feminine and soothing, but carried an innate confidence that none could deny. “You two, thank you for the praise. And you, yeah you. Fatty! Did I hear you disrespect me? Want to try that again and see where it gets you?”

“Ohohoho!” the fat man let out an exaggerated laugh. “Whatchu gon’ do lil momma?? Call the pigs? Buwahaha!”

He had a point. According to Nuwa’s principles, his crime of disrespect on her person did not warrant ****. His laughing caused his already squinted eyes from the excess of fat on his cheeks to turn into slits. His appearance alone irked her so much she decided on a suitable punishment. ‘You asked for this, asshole.’

Nuwa took a whiff of his scent and passed it through her Dao Tesseract. Then she began the narration. “You lost your anal virginity at eighteen to your own drunken mother. Since then, you’ve had several girlfriends and even fell in love with two of them, but a few months in, you mysteriously couldn’t get it up. It’s because you want to be pegged. You want to be pegged and smothered in fat like your mother did to you when you were a teen.”

The obese man took a step back, wide-eyed with dread. “Y-y-y-y-yo?”

Nuwa continued mercilessly, “That’s not all. You finally couldn’t resist your inclinations two years ago and trained your butt to accommodate for buttplugs of the larger variety, but judging by how often you fuck hookers, you’re simultaneously wallowing in denial and hope that your trauma-induced deviancy miraculously fades away. Let me tell you something. It won’t go away. Maybe if you accept yourself for who you are, you won't come off as an asshole to strangers like me.”

He was kneeling on the ground now, shuddering violently and saying, “No. No. Lies.” to himself over and over. His two friends were both fearful of the witch before them and weirded out by their friend’s potential inclinations. There was silence for a moment before the fatty let out a mournful wail of agony into the night sky, proof that the witch’s story was 100% true.

The big man hesitantly extended a hand to his obese friend. “B-b-bb-ro? Ain't nothin change, mayne.. W-we still homies.” The moment the hand landed, the obese man shouted, “NO! DON’T TOUCH ME!” He slapped the hand away and shrank into a big ball with tears streaming down his face. The wailing resumed. The other two men guessed it was time to leave their homie alone, so they turned to look at Nuwa with resentment and fear in their eyes.

Mostly fear. Nuwa smirked and beckoned to the thin man. The big guy was kind, but he seemed dumb. She’d feel guilty if he inadvertently committed a crime worthy of **** upon her person. Relative to the others, the thin man seemed to be the smartest and most laid-back. He was suitable.

The thin man was also trembling slightly. She impatiently ordered him with a glare, “Come here this instant!” He jolted, sprang up off the car, and stood at attention before her in under two seconds. Nuwa’s voice returned to its soothing tone, “Good boy. Take me somewhere I can shower. Do not touch me without permission. I will only tell you this once, but I assure you that your very life depends on it.”

The thin man felt fear so deep he thought his soul would leave his body. He hadn’t even feared God Himself like he feared this woman’s predatory eyes and threats! He didn’t dare to smell the air, in fear of disrespecting her odor. Neither did he dare to look at her erect nipples any longer, however much she dressed and acted like she wanted others to look. His own body followed her orders to lead her to his nearby apartment without any deliberation or hesitancy. All of his thoroughly honed street instincts told him he had only two choices: submit or suffer!

The two made their way down the street for a minute in silence. Most of the other men in the vicinity didn’t know any of the details and looked at the thin black man with jealousy, but he knew that he had gotten caught up in some deep shit.

Nuwa felt she might have taken it too far earlier. These three men appeared to be in their late twenties. Mortals had different emotional and sexual sensibilities in the medieval times. They reached emotional maturity at a younger age back then as well, so she might have forgotten to adjust. Moreover, it had been more than a century since she brushed off overt disrespect, so her pride might have had something to do with it too. Still, she wanted to have normal interactions again, so she asked, “What’s your name?”

He stammered with fear and kept his eyes glued to the ground, “B-Benjamin Matthias Jenson, the third, M-Miss.” He looked across from her to check the building and pointed to a door with a bow and an open palm, indicating she should go ahead.

Nuwa put a hand to her mouth and let out a charming fake laugh, “Ha ha, BJ. You’re such a gentleman.” He didn’t let out a peep at the lame joke. She started up the steps. The streetlight’s glow illuminated the tight angles her black skirt drew across her glutes.

“I’ll call you Ben. My name is Nuwa.” Reaching the door, she put her hand on her hip, and presented her modelesque side profile to all viewers. From the tips of her nipples to her thin waist to the peak of her butt, her curves were as smooth as the plunges of a harmonic wave function. “Treat me with respect and you needn’t fear me.”

Benjamin put his head down and opened his door for the she-devil. He kept his head down for all his life and he would continue to do so in order to survive in these unforgiving streets. Nuwa walked in and took a look at the small, but relatively clean apartment. She nodded and said to him, “Come in and shut the door.” He did so.

Nuwa stretched her arm out to place it on his taller shoulder and spoke in a gentle tone that led him to involuntarily shudder. “Do you know why I chose you, Ben? You’ve got some brains. I need people like you. Quick on their feet, smart, loyal, and level. Not too kind and not too cruel. Are you following?”

Benjamin Matthias Jenson the Third was definitely not following. This was some gang shit! His instincts were telling him she was wrapping her nefarious tendrils around him and was never going to let him go!

Nuwa trailed her hand along his shoulder and down to his pecs. She smiled sensing the familiar trend of blood pumping downward. Beads of sweat were trailing down Ben’s politely side-turned face. He was shooketh! The lower she went, the closer she leaned in with her chest. Soon, her fingers reached his crotch and her erect nipples were poking his lower chest. He let out a half-strangled groan with how much he was holding back.

When Nuwa cupped his dick and balls lightly, she instantly smelt the precum and knew all there was to know. ‘Not bad for a mortal. Nine inches, short refractory period, healthy sperm, no unwanted pregnancies, not a quickshot, and most of all, he has incredible self-control. He passes all the tests.’

Nuwa fell into his body and squeezed the rest of her udderly gorgeous tits flat against him. Whimpering lightly, Ben was torn between the fear of God and the temptation to fall head first into Hell. Nuwa lewdly licked his neck and said seductively, “I’m going to take a shower now. Under the steaming water, I’m going to masturbate. Furiously. If you are still here when I’m out, then I take it that you agree to be my first follower. If you are gone, I’ll let you go and find another. Are you following?”

Ben groaned pitifully on the utmost edge of release, but no matter how much he felt like he was about to spew the biggest load he had ever shot in his entire life into his briefs, he couldn’t. Nuwa had a single finger upon his cock (the rest were on his balls), but even separated by two layers of clothing, that one finger had mysteriously gripped all of his channels like a vice. “When I let go, you are going to feel it coming. But I’ll offer you a reward. If you can hold it the whole time I shower, I will personally service you.”

Ben’s pupils dilated and his breath turned heavy. Nuwa spoke into his neck. “Calm down.” His heartbeat slowed, following her orders. “Good boy. Ready?” Ben stared at the ceiling, closed his eyes, and nodded.

Nuwa pulled her hand back and stepped away from her initiate. She wanted to clap or cheer when he managed not to cum, but she couldn’t break character. Instead, she wordlessly went into the nearby bathroom. In the privacy of the bathroom, she sighed happily and entered the shower stall. She was going to have a wonderful time jilling off. At least she was until she received another damned ping from her [Smartphone], entirely ruining her mood!