Yes, Nuwa opens Gem Ladies

Nuwa’s first thought was, ‘That shouldn’t be there.’ Her [Smartphone] was connected to her soul and she should be the only one capable of making any changes to it. Unless..

She felt a looming dread at being strung along into something by her damned [System] again. Once more, she asked the same question inside her mind, ‘[System], is this your doing?’

*No. Host’s Dao is acting like a magnet to the ambient lust energy in the vicinity. It appears that the phenomenon of lust energy prefers to take the form of a phone app.*

Nuwa felt some relief at this not being her [System]’s doing. She had never caught her [System] lying, so she can trust its information, but it rarely ever volunteered said information on its own. She had to ask for it to tell her and she had to know the right questions to ask. Based on her history of interactions with the [System], it was better to spam questions than potentially leave a stone unturned.

‘Is this lust energy harmful to me?’

*Unknown. Host should be able to learn more about the Dao of Sex from interacting with it.*

‘Lust energy is weaker than sex energy. What could I possibly learn from it? My Dao of Sex encompasses both love and lust.’

Every step of Nuwa’s growth as a Daoist involved a moment of spiritual enlightenment in either love or lust, the two components of the Dao of Sex. In such a weak world, she had no idea what there was to learn. Her 400 years of life involved cucking her past lovers, giving birth, tenderly raising her children, shameless exhibitionism, and plenty of orgies. She thought she had basically every aspect of sex covered.

*Dao is endless.*

She replies to the [System] dismissively, ‘Yeah, whatever. Let’s see what this app is all about.’

Nuwa opens the Gem Ladies app and is greeted by a cute bat on the loading screen. Waiting for it to install and update, she idles next to the hobo’s tent and places a hand on her hip. ‘This place reeks. Hell, I reek of trash too! I need to find a shower ASAP.’

The loading screen hits 100% and the cute bat explodes in a plume of purple smoke to become a chibi demon. She has adorable horns, grey skin, and several wing-shaped pieces of clothing covering her privates that match the purple wings on her back. A succubus! Her chibified form had cartoonishly large boobs and looked quite unrealistic, but Nuwa has a strong feeling that this being actually exists, and her in-person sex appeal ought to be rather high.

Nuwa had personally come across the male counterpart of the succubus, an incubus. Unfortunately, he was an enemy and she eventually fucked that depraved guy to ****. Lust energy is qualitatively weaker than sex energy, so he didn’t stand much of a chance. She had yet to meet a succubus in her multiversal travels, but it did excite her to meet a woman like her. Someone with whom she could share her exploits in rampant sluttery. Someone who understood the loneliness of being insanely beautiful without being like Aphrodite, actually insane. Nuwa had fucked Ares once long ago and that was enough for Aphrodite to swear eternal **** on her. Crazy fucking bitch. Well, she had plenty of sweet times with Ares after that just to rub it in.

The succubus flitted around the screen happily and blew a kiss at Nuwa before going to the bottom of the game screen and introducing herself in a chat box. “Hi there, honey. My name’s Mira from the Dev Team and I’m proud to welcome you to the new and updated version of Gem Ladies! I hope you enjoy our game!” Her cartoonishly massive mammaries bounced with excitement as she pointed out the rules of the game. It was a simple match-3 game with a lot of unnecessary add-ons to make it more difficult.

Nuwa liked Mira, but she already hated the game. As a gamer in her first life, she had a taste for actually well-done games like Bloodborne, Hollow Knight, Smash bros, Hades, Fire Emblem, and the list goes on. No shits were given to mind-numbingly boring match-3 games. The moment Mira finished explaining how to play, the game started.

The nude former Goddess ignored it by clicking the lock button and returned the [Smartphone] to her soul. ‘I should get situated first. I’ll play later when I’m cleaned up and clear of the crime scene. Maybe I can find out more about succubi then.’

She searched the tent and picked up a blanket. It was not thin, so when she wrapped it around herself, it looked like a bad winter coat. Strangely, Nuwa felt hunger for the first time in centuries. Gods received all their nourishment from their Authority, so this was another unexpected annoyance of her returned mortality. She especially dreaded the eventual and inevitable moment of excreting waste again.

Nuwa wrapped the thin portion of the blanket around her face like a shawl so as not to draw attention. The detriment to supreme beauty was that it was difficult to stay low-key, but even looking like a massive blob of blanket was preferable to the unwanted attention her body might attract in light of the nearby gruesome ****. She exited the alleyway and made her way down the street.

It was cold and dry in the late evening. There were occasional cars going down the streets. No futuristic technology. Nuwa judged this world to be at the same approximate level of industrialization as her first life. A welcome relief compared to the medieval world of Greek mythology that she spent two centuries in. She had a sudden craving, ‘I really want a vanilla milkshake from McD..’

The other pedestrians shrank away from the nasty smell coming from her blanket. She gave them a glare and thought, ‘Alright, clothes first, then shower.’ Out of nowhere, Nuwa heard a sound coming from her soul. It was one of those *whomp-whomp-whooooomp* sounds you might hear after losing a round in the arcade.

‘[System], what’s going on?’

*Host, the game, Gem Ladies, did not stop when you put your phone to sleep and back into your soul. [System] recommends opening Gem Ladies. It appears to function as a backdoor access into Host’s soul.*

Despite her unnerved state that someone could tamper with a soul as powerful as hers, Nuwa snarkily retorted, ‘Yeah, I bet you know all about backdoor access to souls, [System].’

For centuries, Nuwa has attempted to converse with her [System] to bait some sort of emotional response from it. Even when attempting to guilt trip it at the genuinely lowest points in her life, she had a flat 100% failure rate in eliciting any sort of human emotion from it. Despite this, she refused to believe that her longtime companion was a simple machine or program. Maybe it was a relic of her human origins to expect all sentience to have emotions. Like usual, her [System] didn’t reply when she spoke to it without asking a question.

She quickly paused to lean against a nearby building so that when she pulled her arm out of the blanket, there wouldn’t be much skin showing, and summoned her [Smartphone]. The Gem Ladies losing screen appeared, with Mira putting on an adorable sad face. She said in her dialogue box, “We’re so sorry that you aren’t enjoying our game. Please make time for it! According to our Terms and Conditions, not playing a round of Gem Ladies when prompted is grounds for a full three Punishments, while losing a game only inflicts one Punishment!” In a markedly more cheerful tone, Mira explained, “If you manage to win, you can remove up to three Punishments depending on your score! You can do it babe, I believe in you! Shoot for the stars!”

Nuwa could hardly believe what she was seeing. ‘Punishments? What the hell does that mean?’

She tapped the screen to close the dialogue box and a big black box popped up. It had the following text in bright red and bold words.

1. Slutty Professional, Level 1

2. Let’s Go Commando

3. Cold Front

Suddenly, Nuwa felt clothing constrict around her body underneath her blanket. At first, she thought she might have accidentally summoned one of her soulbound armors. Her soulbound armory is only for emergencies because each of her items there require a great deal of sex energy to utilize. She has a limited amount of sex energy which she can only recover by having more sex. If she tried to use her powerful godly artifacts here, in this shitty low-tier world, she might have to fuck thousands of people to get minutes of use out of it.

She peeked under her blanket and sighed with relief when she saw a simple white button up shirt and tie. Confusion came afterwards as she wondered, ‘Where did this come from?’ The changes continued. She nearly lost her balance when her bare feet were propped up out of nowhere by dandy black 2” heels. Cosmetic glasses appeared on her face. Thoroughly confused, Nuwa trotted over to a nearby alleyway under her big blanket cover and unfurled it to take a look at what happened.

She pulled her [Smartphone] out and set the camera to selfie mode. Her new clothes fit her perfectly. She had black square rimmed glasses on, wore a tight, but not too tight, white shirt buttoned up all the way with a nondescript black tie, and a similar black pencil skirt that went from her midriff to her knees. Her shoes were of a more shiny shade of black and the heel portion was nice and thick, providing adequate support for her to walk around comfortably or crack skulls, whichever struck her fancy.

Her only point of complaint was the white bra underneath her shirt. She hadn’t worn bras for decades. This white bra pushed up her tits to make them look bigger, which was entirely unnecessary. Nuwa was satisfied with how firm and perky her tits were without its help. Sacrificing comfort for beauty was something Nuwa did only when servicing her beloved brother. He was the only one she allowed to **** her body without consequence. So she loosened her tie, unbuttoned her shirt, and tore off that restrictive bra, allowing her tits to breathe once more.

Then she cupped her tits back into her shirt and buttoned herself up, looking every bit like a secretary for a prestigious firm. Nuwa’s tanned skin, platinum blonde hair, unbound tits, and hard nipples threatening to poke out of her shirt might mislead some to believe she had spent way too much money on fake tans, hair salons, and implants, but the irony was that her looks were entirely natural. As a Daoist of Sex, the more she understood about sex, the more fuckable her body had become.

‘Alright [System], can you explain how clothes magically appeared on my body?’

*Host, please check your soul.*

Nuwa dives into her consciousness to view the mindscape of her soul. It resembles an impeccably white room with a locked box, a walk-in closet holding her armory, her Dao Tesseract, and a desk with her daily use soulbound items that require almost no sexual energy to use like her [Smartphone] and [Vibe].

The Dao Tesseract is the crystallization of Nuwa’s god-tier understanding of Sex. It vibrates and hums incessantly, transitioning between different phases of matter and displaying various cross-sectional 3-d representations of its 4-dimensional existence. Even looking at it for more than a few seconds can give Nuwa a slight headache. Needless to say, it is her pride and joy. She put centuries of work into that puppy. All of her abilities stem from it.

‘I’m in. What am I looking for [System]?’

*Anomaly detected on the desk.*

Sure enough, when Nuwa goes over to her desk, right next to where her [Smartphone] normally rests is a list of three items written directly onto the blank white desk. The same list of Punishments that Gem Ladies decreed. ‘No way.. Those fuckers can write directly onto my soul?! This.. this means each Punishment from the game forces some change to take place to my body or soul. You’re right [System], I should be much more cautious of these succubi.’

*Host’s current clothes were created by the ambient lust energy attracted from the surroundings by the Dao Tesseract.*

‘You mean to say that they can overload me with lust energy and utilize it against me? How sinister! Even I cannot create clothes out of sex energy, but they have managed to do so from lust energy. If each unit of sex energy is one part lust and one part love, is it possible for an imbalance to occur?’

*Yes, if Host takes on too many Punishments and your Dao Tesseract takes in or divests off too much lust energy to fulfill them, then it could suffer an overdose of either lust or love energy. The resulting imbalance will change Host’s personality, possibly turning Host into a broken woman like that Goddess Aphrodite, constantly falling in and out of love, or a hopelessly horny slut.*

Nuwa shuddered imagining how terrible her life would have been if she pursued the Daos of Love and Beauty like Aphrodite or pure Lust. There wouldn’t ever be lasting happiness on that road. ‘[System], how do I cut the connection or set up a firewall for my soul?’

*Learn the Dao.*

‘[System]! You planned this! You’re forcing me into a corner, aren’t you?! Motherf..’ Nuwa vented and grumbled for a short moment before getting her head back in the game. Getting screwed over by her [System] was just another Monday. Fucking hell..’ She shook her head and patted her cheeks.

‘The first punishment: Slutty Professional, Level 1. That must be where these clothes came from. Coincidentally, I needed these clothes, but for regular mortals.. Meh, I guess it could be a punishment for prudes. Level 1 must mean that this outfit can get progressively more revealing. What is this, amateur hour?’

‘The second punishment: Let’s Go Commando. That’s slang for not wearing panties. I think I understand. The first punishment would have given me cute lacy secretary panties, but the second punishment overwrote it to deny me access to panties. Coincidentally, I myself have long abandoned the wearing of panties. My godly attire was a microskirt with no panties for the past century. Again, I suppose this would be an effective punishment for prudes, but my cunt prefers the breeze. I wonder what would happen if I attempted to put on a pair? How are these punishments enforced?’

‘The third punishment: Cold Front. Not sure what this means, but I suppose it could explain why my nipples are hard for no reason. The nipples of mortals get hard when they are exposed to the cold. I guess my nipples feel colder than the rest of my body, but it’s hardly noticeable. Anyway, this punishment might be hard on a prude, but again.. Well.’

Nuwa puts on a smug face. ‘I’m positive these succubi ain’t ready to mess with a woman of my caliber.’

‘Half my outfits in the past century bared one or both my nipples openly! I had whole nations that worshipped my erotic idols! Teenagers would dedicate their first cumshots or loss of virginity to ME! Rapists would be bludgeoned to **** by MY worshippers! Prospective mothers would go to MY shrines! Coomers discharged all over MY idols! I.. was.. Sex incarnate! Muahahahaha!’

A cutesy ding interrupts Nuwa’s tyrannical rant within her own mindscape. She throws a fiery glance at her [Smartphone], which now shows a lock screen notification for Gem Ladies featuring Mira’s insufferably cheerful face. With mostly free reign in her mindscape, she teleports over to her desk and venomously spits at the picture, “Just you wait, MIRA. I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. But I will find you. And I will fuck you. Count on it, bitch.”