Yes, but she Struggles with Contradicktory Inclinations

Nuwa leaned back and regulated her breathing. There was another reason she couldn’t get too mad. The default state of a god-tier Daoist involved their Dao Tesseract exuding a self-contained field of energy that extended some distance based on how strong they were. Nuwa’s was 50 meters in radius around her. It functioned as a domain where their powers were amplified. At all times, Nuwa had to devote some of her Will to consciously restrain this domain within her own body or else all of the weak mortals around her would be unable to resist near-instant corruption at the hands of her sex energy and break out into a wild orgy. For example, Ares' domain would make all nearby mortals try to kill each other.

This domain ability alone could allow her to be a one woman army, although war is conducted differently in modern times. Technically, she could still be killed by nukes, grenades, or machine gun fire if she isn’t close enough for the domain to affect her opponents and couldn’t bring out her godly artifacts in time to defend herself. This would **** her [System] to reincarnate her soul in a different dimension. Dying was the worst though, because she would have to hold off on sex until she grew back into adulthood.

The main point was that she couldn’t just openly declare her identity, powers, and demand the world to kneel before her. It didn’t work like that. She had to sink her teeth into the power structure slowly, seducing and enslaving key nodes in the chain of command. Neither could she act out and kill people in flagrant disregard of any and all laws.

In her travels through the multiverse, she had come to accept that the [System] was telling the truth when it said that karma actually existed. It was vague and not always noticeable when it comes to individual mortals, but when scaled up to the powerful, older beings who were thousands or millions of years old, it was readily apparent.

If she went on an unprovoked killing spree of 100 people? She might run into a spot of bad luck down the line. If she were to kill millions for no reason? That bad luck might be enough to kill her. There was an equivalent exchange when it comes to beings of significant power like her. Fate had placed her in this dimension just when the Succubi had started some shady shit. Her very presence here might be a result of their karmic sins.

Regarding her own sins, the only reason she killed that homeless man for taking a picture of her was because he had openly disobeyed her, she was pissed off at her [System], and she didn’t want to expose her existence to any possible enemies or dangerous elements too quickly before she got situated. Eventually, she understood she was bound to reach viral levels of fame due to her divine beauty alone. It just couldn't be allowed right away.

Over the centuries, she realized that is the way [System] trains her power. It’s only real goal was for her to be stronger, no matter how much she suffers, sometimes almost breaking, in exchange for spiritual enlightenments leading her to new heights of power. When normal people spend centuries chasing each moment of spiritual enlightenment, the [System] was giving her a crash course. Nonstop struggles! Even in the present, where a disgusting brat was desperately groping her tits with his eyes through the rearview mirror, she knew that there was probably something she could learn about Sex here to improve her understanding. As long as she could.. set aside her pride, calm down, and peacefully reflect.

‘Fucking hell, he really had no shame.’ Nuwa raised her eyes to stare viciously at him, causing him to look away immediately. He nervously reached for more chips, until Nuwa said, “No eating! Sit there and do absolutely nothing.”

The teen brought his hand back to his lap and sat still as the hot, insane woman had ordered. He looked at his mom for directions on what to do, but she just shook her head and kept her eyes on the road. Eventually, he didn’t know where else to look but at that woman’s erect pink nipples. They were there.. Under her tight translucent white shirt.. On display and erect.. For anyone to see.. so he figured she wanted everyone to look. He would be right as of 20 minutes ago, before she had gotten the Gaze Oversensitivity Punishment.

Nuwa was a bona fide exhibitionist. She enjoyed the attention and sexuality was her most effective weapon. There was no reason for her not to flaunt it! Still, plain old exhibitionism hasn't turned her on for centuries and being groped by commoner strangers was a crime worthy of **** in her book. So all of this begged the question..

'Why am I turned on?' Nuwa looked at her own nipples betraying her with how gleefully they were twitching from feeling that slobs hands all over them. Her pussy was very slightly moistening from his thigh rubs too. 'I.. I don't understand. This.. should be impossible? I've had sex with men and women thousands of times superior to this kid. I feel both good and disgusted! Is this my Equal Opportunity Activist Punishment?'

Nuwa needed confirmation. ‘[System], do you know what this Equal Opportunity Activist Punishment is doing to me?’

*It gave your body a preference for unattractive virgins and discriminated classes of people, Host.*

Coughing incredulously, Nuwa’s pillows jiggled madly, prompting four hands to land on them, two of them kneading as they pleased. The coughs ended with a light moan, followed by a sigh. The lady driving hesitantly asked, “Are you OK, miss?”

“Never better.” Nuwa sarcastically responded, before ignoring the boob fanatic and falling back into thought, ‘I’ve taken my fair share of ugly monster dicks, but that was out of curiosity and fun. This.. this is scary. What happens if the Punishment interprets Equal Opportunity to mean that I also lose my current sexual preference for hunky men?

My brother is super attractive! When I find Zag again, what happens if my body hates the sex?! Wouldn’t that scar me for life and ruin our timeless love? All because of a dumb Punishment? This will not do. Not one bit. I have to either win the game and remove this Punishment or understand it so completely that I can naturally overcome it on my own.’

‘..[System]. Is accepting a punishment the best way to understand it?’

*Yes.*

‘.. Q_Q. Will I learn if I enslave them beforehand?’

*No.*

‘OK.. I am definitely not ready for this. Let’s just try to win the next round of Gem Ladies.’

The car came to a stop and Nuwa looked outside to see that they had entered the most happening part of downtown. It was relatively busy in front of the Four Seasons hotel, which is to be expected a few hours before midnight. There was also an event happening, from what Nuwa could tell, a wedding, bar mitzvah, or small convention. People were dressed to the nines. She needed to get up to a room asap otherwise she would have way too many hands molesting her body.

Nuwa injected some sex energy into the mother and son pair by patting them on the shoulders. The duo’s breathing increased rapidly as they looked at each other and their captor with lustful intent. Ignoring the slight arousal and roaming hands, Nuwa got out of the car and left them with only a, “Thanks.” She headed for the hotel.

Why would she, a self-proclaimed feminist, instigate a mother to want to fuck her own son? Nuwa’s logic was because the kid didn’t get a chance at her own divine body, he should get a chance at someone he has been wanting for awhile. For an unattractive guy like him, offering him the opportunity of a lifetime just felt like the right thing to do. Equality was great. At least, her body felt like it was the right thing to do. Her mind had subconsciously decided that this was a good way to keep them from calling the police on her and she had already forgotten about them. They weren’t even named characters.

Nuwa was excited to be back in the lap of luxury. Most of the fantasy worlds she went to were not set in modern times, so she had numerous cravings to fill. In order to fill those cravings in a lowkey manner, however, she needed money. Thus, she was back on the hunt. ‘Time to find me a sugar daddy or mommy, whichever is the richest person here. The gender and weight don’t matter. It would be cool if I could find someone morbidly obese. Can’t discriminate or fat-shame, that would be.. hang on a moment. What is wrong with me? This Equal Opportunity Activist Punishment is really sinister! My body is going off and deciding things on its own!’

Her body was wanting one thing while her mind was preoccupied with the growing number of hands on her breasts, face, and hips. She could feel the hands doing whatever they wanted to her hair, lips, nips, hips, boobies, and moist pussy. And without even seeing them, she could tell some of the hands belonged to men and women who were unattractive enough to suit her new tastes. Much to her chagrin, their hands felt the best.

As her arousal went up, her body’s motions became more enticing. Nuwa’s efficient gait was abandoned for a classy catwalk that subtly showed her assets. One thing that could be said about Nuwa was that she had a way to get what she wanted whenever she wanted it. Unfortunately, this time she would have to deny her body. ‘If I have to satisfy my lustful urges every time I walk into the public, I won’t be able to make any progress in my side hobby of world domination! I have to hold back!’

Just after Nuwa finished crossing the loading bay of the main entrance, a sleek four seater red lambo zoomed in. She turned around to get a look, sensing the eyes/hands of others leaving her body for a moment. The backseat window opened and a capybara poked its head out, bopping its head to the lyrics blasting from within.

OK I PULL UP, hop out at the after party. You and all your friends, yeah, they love to get naughty.

‘Are pets even allowed here? Hey, that song is really catchy.’ Nuwa put her hand on her hip and smiled, sensing the driver’s eyes/hands on her nipples from behind the tinted window. These touches were the kind her body liked!

A tiny, mousy, white girl exited the car. Her figure was entirely flat and she wore sunglasses. She looked exactly like a young boy in her hoodie with her messy buzz cut, but Nuwa has instant recognition of sexual organs on anyone she sets eyes on. This was a girl in her young 20’s crossdressing as a teenage boy for some reason. Judging by Nuwa’s arousal, the crossdresser was likely virgin and trans. She curiously wondered, ‘Why would someone this rich still be a virgin?’

The mousy girl handed the keys to the valet, leashed her capybara, and headed into the hotel. She looked at Nuwa one more time, but put her head down as she passed by.

Nuwa analyzed the situation amid a renewal of hands roaming all over her. ‘Alright, I get it. She’s got some psychological issues. Nothing I can’t fix. That’ll justify all the money she’s going to donate to me.’

Nuwa tapped the smaller girl’s shoulder. The girl turned around and jolted at who was trying to get her attention, one of the hottest babes she had ever laid eyes on. Nuwa smiled softly and said, “Your capybara is so cute. What’s his name?”

The girl blushed heavily and awkwardly squeaked out, “His name is Oliver.” Apparently she was too distracted to wonder how Nuwa had even known the difference between a male and female capybara. She crouched and affectionately petted the oversized rodent, who was looking around with the classic Sigma Male Stare. The girl looked especially tiny next to the creature. She had to be just under 5’.

Nuwa kneeled down on one knee to pet Oliver with her and their fingers rubbed against each other. Sparks flew and the girl shied away from her touch. Nuwa pushed harder. She asked, “What’s your name?”

There were plenty of successful, attractive men and women in the area staring at Nuwa, wanting her company, so the mousy girl understandably looked at Nuwa warily for the first time behind her sunglasses. All she saw was Nuwa’s genuine smile, pink nipples on display, and upskirt. There were no details visible of what lay between those hips, but the dark shadowy depths sent her fantasies for a spin. She was hooked. It didn’t matter if this babe was an escort or merely after her for her money anymore, she had to have a taste of what she was missing out on for so long. Before she could start drooling, she whispered, “Ash.”

‘That’s a cute gender neutral name.. Wow, equality gets me so horny.’ Nuwa was fidgeting slightly and trying very hard not to moan loudly like a total slut in the posh lobby area. Ash was staring up her skirt at her pussy. Because of this, she could feel Ash’s thumb rubbing her clit and some of her other phantom fingers slipping inside. She was being eyed so close that her oversensitivity translated it to fingering! The Gaze and Equality Punishments were working together too effectively!

“Hnn..” Nuwa involuntarily let out a moan as she put a hand on Ash’s shoulder, partly to lean on her and partly to silently indicate to her to stop staring. Ash’s eyes shot back up, much to the struggling woman’s relief. Nuwa wryly smiled and naturally proceeded to lie through her teeth, “Mine’s Nuwa.. I’m having a bad day. I lost my room key and I think I’ll be having that time of the month soon.. I could really use your help. The other men, even the staff, I’m scared they’ll take advantage of me.”

While Nuwa’s mouth was saying one thing, her body was saying another. Ash saw that the eyes opposite her were hungry with lust in the same way that sorority girls look at jocks. She had never herself been a target of those looks, so she had no clue how to react, other than being extremely flattered that such a hot girl would want her.. a gender-confused loser who happened to luck out and make it big amidst a veritable crowd of more attractive options. So even though she knew in the back of her mind that Nuwa had no room in this hotel and the period was likely a lie, she still said, “S-sure Nuwa, come my b-bathroom. Uh, takes you up. ER.. I mean.. Let me take you up to my room.”

Nuwa bit her lips and sent her benefactor a sultry glance. Even Ash’s awkwardness, voice breaking, and utter lack of any communication skills turned her on. She could use her powers and expend a small amount of sex energy right there and then to transform Ash’s pussy in minutes to a functioning cock and viable balls, entirely solving her gender dysphoria like she had planned to in return for taking her money. But somehow, Nuwa’s own body didn’t like that idea. If she did that, Ash would become more confident. Her currently high rating in unattractiveness would drop precipitously! Ash wouldn’t be able to make her cunt drip liberally like it's doing now!

Ash saw that Nuwa’s knees were wobbling, so she helped the hot n’ bothered stranger up. She felt Nuwa lean on her body, one of those large assets and hard nipples squishing themselves against her cheeks. She too was wet now, but her thoughts had taken an inevitably pessimistic turn, as they usually do.

She was convinced that Nuwa had no interest in her and that someone had **** the extremely beautiful lady with an aphrodisiac. Women were getting sluttier throughout the city lately. The local news suspected a new type of aphrodisiac was responsible. She trashed her excessively hopeful initial belief that Nuwa had actually been attracted to her.

Still, Ash’s destination was the same. The safest place to keep Nuwa while they rode out what she suspected to be a **** would be in her room. Nuwa’s clothed nip went from rubbing on her cheeks to almost inside her mouth as they leaned on each other to walk into the privacy of the elevator with Oliver. ‘A guy like me.. *sigh* All I can do is take care of her and hope she is nice to me out of gratitude. And in the meantime, I’ll enjoy her prodigious boob on my face.’