Nuwa, an Isekai'd Goddess of Sex

With a loud bang and slight rumble of thunder, the fabric of reality itself shattered to form a rift. Ironically, the scene was much less dramatic in the eyes of the old hobo watching, since the rift only opened up just enough to expel a body into the nearby dumpster before promptly closing back up. The old hobo had to admit that he had seen much stranger things on his psychedelic trips.

One thing in particular, however, drew his attention to the present moment: a flash of bronze nude flesh in the shape of a perfect hourglass. His eyesight was poor and the evening was dark, but that lady’s body itself let out a glow, like that of an angel, for the brief moment he had seen her before the dumpster obscured his vision. As he approached, he noticed that light still emanated from the waste container.

The air was dry, so his voice was thin and parched. “Miss Angel? Are you alright in there? These old bones aren’t good for much, but I can call some of my friends to help pull you out if you’d like.”

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Nuwa awoke to the distant voice of an old man. She looked around and groaned miserably at her landing spot. The last thing she remembered was picking a fight with her Uncle Zeus for wantonly groping her pussy. Apparently, he got it in his head that simply because she never wore undergarments and had hooked up with Ares, Dionysus, and most of her cousins for that matter, he, their father, could have his way with her as well. Wrong!

She only fucked those who met her taste. Everyone else could look all they want, but if they wanted to touch her divine body without her consent, they’d have to be prepared for the consequences. Of course, this disgusting dumpster would be the first to face the consequences of tarnishing her pristine skin. She got up and punched hard at the metal container, expecting it to tear apart like paper in light of her glorious bloodline as the only daughter of Hades.

*BANG*

“Owwie!” Her first made a slight dent in the metal, but that was it.

“Motherfucker!” She forgot that being in a new dimension means that there’s a different set of laws governing how the universe is run. The superstrength that came with her Chthonian bloodline was regrettably gone. Nuwa watched the divine glow coming from her skin rapidly fade away with a somber face. Any thoughts of **** against inanimate objects were immediately put to the backburner while she began a mental conversation with the mysterious locked box dwelling within her soul that went by the name of [System].

‘[System], is this your doing?’

The mechanical voice of the [System] quickly responded within her mind.

*Host has learned all there is to know about sex from the previous dimension. [System] has identified this dimension to be an ideal learning opportunity.*

The [System] had been with Nuwa ever since her first life. Its vast library of knowledge and wise decision-making had led to it being more of a parent to her than her real parents. Unfortunately, it's only goal was for her to improve her personal power, even at the cost of her own happiness. It never lied, but it often misled her towards the path of power rather than love. After centuries of coexistence, Nuwa had gone from a dependent relationship, to a love-hate relationship, and finally landing on a **** acceptance of the mysterious box.

The old man asked again with urgency, “Are you alright in there, Miss Angel?”

Nuwa responded in a gentle voice, “Yes, I’m fine. Thanks for your concern.”

Unlike other Gods and Goddesses, Nuwa was born as an ordinary lady and lived her entire first life as an ordinary lady. That dimension was an entirely normal Earth, other than the [System] talking inside her head, telling her that she would be reborn with its help into fantasy worlds and could do anything she wanted in her following lives. It had manipulated her into marrying a man with a micropenis, whom she loved and remained faithful to until ****, despite her **** dissatisfaction with their sex life. On her deathbed, she decided to do away with her regrets by becoming a Goddess of Sex, which she later discovered was the [System]’s goal in the first place, but by then, she loved sex too much to stop.

Since then, the [System] reincarnated her into several fantasy worlds, each of which shared striking similarities to fictional stories in her original world. In the last one, Nuwa did finally become a Goddess of Sex. She thought she could live the rest of her immortal life in happiness with the love of her life, her brother Zagreus, but it looks like the [System], that conniving emotionless asshole, has other plans for her.

The old man right outside replied, “You are welcome. Do you have a name, Miss Angel?”

Because Nuwa came from humble beginnings, she never developed the habit of treating mortals like dirt, at least until they dared to cross her. She pulled herself up and her head peeked out of the dumpster. Her face was not quite as beautiful as her rival, Aphrodite, but on the mortal scale, she was pretty much an eleven out of ten. Her platinum blonde, chest-length hair was marred by dirt and trash, but accentuated her naturally tanned face well. The old man felt ashamed to stare, but was ultimately unable to turn his eyes away from the gleaming green eyes looking back at him.

Nuwa was over 400 years old and she liked to think she wasn’t ageist, but the idea of a homeless old man being the first to see her nude body did bring her slight pause before she shrugged and pulled her entire body out of the waste container into the open air of the alleyway with one smooth motion. “My name is Nuwa. Nuwa Quest.”

The old man froze in abject shock. Miss Angel was baring her naked body to him unashamedly. Her bodily proportions were that of the perfect woman. She was 5’7”. He could make out D-cup breasts, toned muscles, tight abs, and hips wide enough to form a thigh gap under her bare cunt. His supposedly dysfunctional penis went fully erect with enough blood to leave him light-headed watching her brush off the remaining trash on her body. Each motion left her tits jiggling.

Nuwa sighed. This was the typical reaction that mortals had to her body. If she infused some of sexual powers into increasing her allure? Their weak minds would break. They’d either immediately become her slaves or mindlessly horny beasts. She spent the last decade studying how to control her powers to ensure the **** outcome, but she hadn’t made much progress. She was a Goddess of Sex in the last dimension, but that didn’t give her unlimited power over everything to do with sex.

Gods were beings of already considerable power, who are appointed and empowered by the dimension itself with Authority to oversee a particular facet of reality. Now that the [System] ejected her from that particular dimension of Greek mythology, Nuwa was no longer a Goddess, and she no longer held Authority. She was much weaker than before, but she still has an exceedingly powerful soul as well as abilities that would leave normal mortals in awe.

The old man finally managed to tear his eyes away for a single purpose. He fumbled to bring his phone out and immortalize this moment. Perhaps he wanted to take a picture to jack off to it, sell it, or share with his friends some embellished stories. Perhaps he planned to do all of these and more.

His intentions didn’t matter one bit to Nuwa. She shook her head and said, “Old man, if you take a picture of me, you’ll die.”

He hadn’t managed to unlock it yet, but when he heard that, he froze again. “Heh heh.. I’m not sure what you mean, Miss Nuwa. I’m texting my estranged son that I’ve met a real life angel.”

‘This old man.. Did he not hear me properly? Well, whatever. [System], tell me about this dimension.’

*Host, this is an entirely normal Earth, similar to your first life in Earth-0. However, scans indicate the presence of a variation of lust energy taking root in this town. No data yet on the source or threat level. Caution is advised. Host’s abilities are severely limited.*

Nuwa snorted, ‘Caution?’ She heard a camera shutter from the old man’s phone, prompting her to wave her hand in his direction. His head and right arm slowly slid off his body. They were severed cleanly at a diagonal angle. His decapitated torso stood spurting blood for a moment before falling backward. The perpetrator didn’t even blink. Killing a human being was like killing a fly to her, at least when they gave her a reason to go from an Angel to an Angel of ****. ‘Let me just get this world over with so I can go back to my beloved brother.’

Her weapon of choice returned to her with another wave of her hand. It was a floating blade, but now that Nuwa relaxed her mental hold on the substance, it returned to its original form as an amorphous fluid with a jelly-like consistency. Nuwa’s face softened as she manipulated the fluid to dance before her for a few seconds before pointing downward, ‘Time to go back into your sheath, my pretties.’

The substance flowed down to her bare pussy and spread her lips open slightly, releasing a soft squelch. The translucent material gaped her vagina, like one of those x-ray creampie panels in doujinshi. Nuwa shuddered with arousal as her brother’s cum returned to its rightful place in her womb. She mentally apologized for subjecting his sperm to such a trifling and messy deed. It wasn’t her only memento of him that carried over into this dimension, but it was the most intimate one.

Nuwa was technically a Sex Daoist, meaning she studied the Dao of Sex. The more she understood about sex, the stronger she became in body and soul. As a former Goddess, her accomplishments in the Dao were quite high, but the Dao is notoriously known to be endless, and it is said that there is always a higher mountain to climb. In a fresh dimension, without bloodlines, Authority, status, or pawns, her personal power was limited to what she could do with her Dao studies, which are exclusively in sex. Long story short, her telekinesis only works on cum.

Inside Nuwa’s soul were several items. The only objects she can ever bring between dimensions are those that are designed to be bound to her soul. Her collection of soulbound items and weapons that she collected over the centuries was a true treasure trove. Most of it was gifted to her by her mother in the previous dimension, Nyx, the Goddess of Night. Her mother was her role model. Nyx was born with the dawn of life on Earth in that dimension and was one of the strongest beings Nuwa knew from all the worlds she had been to. Thus, her confidence was not unwarranted. If she ever ran into any trouble, her powerful items could go a long way in protecting her.

She started on her way over to the hobo’s tent in the alleyway to check for some temporary clothes and pulled out her [Smartphone] (brackets indicate a soulbound item) en route. She was about to make an attempt at interdimensional chat to contact her brother, Zagreus, when she spotted a strange icon on her home screen. “Gem Ladies?”