Indirect Confrontations

Nuwa hummed looking at her nude figure in the foggy mirror and brushed her chest-length hair into a casual side swept ponytail, which she proceeded to braid with dexterity. She couldn’t hear anything from outside and sensed that Ben still hadn’t moved from that chair. Now that she was less horny and stressed, Nuwa wondered, ‘Did I mess up again? I really couldn’t help it. It was way too much fun!’

Putting the brush down, she pouted at herself and decided she had to make it up to him. A real Queen wouldn’t wrong her own subordinates for fun. She looked in the direction of the cracked open door, which she had opened with a bit of cumkinesis just to freak him out ten minutes ago. Speaking in a soft tone, she openly confessed, “I’m sorry, Ben. I took things too far earlier. The truth is.. I haven’t been living among normal humans for a very long time and I’ve forgotten my decency. Is it OK if we start over?”

Nuwa had finished up in the shower and was sparkling clean. The moment she formed the intention to exit the bathroom, the Sexy Secretary Punishment made her previously discarded clothes instantly dissolve into purple mist and materialize around her body without any of the tears or wrinkles from her yanking it off. ‘Very convenient! Except for that one thing.’

While repeating the steps of removing her unnecessary bra, she heard Ben say in a morbidly depressed tone, “That sounds great.” His attitude was not at all matching the words coming out of his mouth. Was he suffering?

Nuwa felt even guiltier. ‘Oh boy. I went too far for sure..’ Exiting the bathroom, she saw him hurriedly put his phone away into his sweatpants. Her momentary suspicion immediately made way for sympathy upon seeing the damp patch on his crotch. He looked at her like a scared puppy.

With a perk in her step, Nuwa clacked her heels on the hardwood over to the sofa. Her bare tits jiggled wildly in her button-up white shirt. Their lack of synchronized buoyancy and permanently erect peaks were clear indications of her bralessness. She plopped herself down and patted the seat next to her. “Now, now. I insist we get along better. Tell me about yourself. Let’s have a heart to heart.”

Ben stood up from his cushioned chair and walked awkwardly in his cummy briefs and pants over to the sofa. He avoided laying his eyes on Nuwa, perhaps out of fear or to avoid another erection. Cautiously, he asked, “W-what do you wanna know?”

“Things about you and about this world.” Nuwa answered as she tilted her head left to view the night sky through the window. “I know I haven’t given you much reason to trust me, but from now until I leave this apartment, I’ll speak nothing but the truth.”

Ben uncomfortably sat down to the right of her. She could tell he was trying not to think of how close he was to the hottest woman in his life. He muttered, “This world?”

“Yes. I am new to this world. Don’t misunderstand. I’m not an alien. About four hundred years ago, I used to be a normal human living in a world similar to this one.” Nuwa regained eye contact, crossed her legs, and stretched both of her arms out against the back of the sofa, pushing out her highly constrained bust and threatening to burst one of her buttons. She said excitedly, “I’m something of a superheroine. Here, watch.”

Nuwa twirled her finger on her left hand, the hand that was not behind him. Sticky fluid began to float off his sweatpants, squeezing through the pores in the material and gathering about a foot above his crotch. All the dampness in his pants steadily disappeared as all of his cum eventually agglomerated into the floating blob of cum. Ben looked at the blob in amazement and eventually blurted out, “Sheiiit! That a real live miracle!” which pleased the former Goddess greatly. Her lips curled up into a smug smile. Then he followed up with, “What.. who are you?”

Nuwa shrugged and continued to twirl her finger, transforming the floating cum into a series of shapes strongly resembling her own nude body posing. “I was a Goddess earlier today, until I crash landed in this dimension. It’s your turn to answer my questions now. How old is your girlfriend? Does she not live with you?”

Like a baby staring at his favorite movie, Ben awkwardly smiled, unable to resist the fantastical novelty of the phenomenon and the aesthetic beauty of the freeform sculptures before him. Thankfully, this helped him calm down from the state of high tension he was in before. He helplessly said, “She 25, younger than me by 2 years, and livin with her parents. She work here but she don’t wanna live in the city. These streets ain’t safe for womenfolk lately.”

‘Not for long.’ thought Nuwa as she gritted her teeth. She took a deep breath and turned back to Ben. “What do you think about my earlier proposition?” she asked, “If you work for me, I’ll pay you generously. I take care of my people. Our organization will make billions easily.”

Ben raised his brows and a hint of longing crossed them. He put his head down and Nuwa waited patiently for his answer. She was mentally cheering him on, ‘C’mon Ben, this is your chance at winning in life!’ When he raised his head again, his eyes were those of a changed man. “What I gotta do?”

“Heh! We aren’t going to run a bank and I’m not going to ask you to do anything dangerous or illegal. I’ll take care of all that. I want you to keep a low profile and keep your ears to the streets as my intelligence agent. Just live your normal life, but tell me if you see anyone behaving strangely. It could be anything, but a specific example would be women whose personalities change from normal to slutty in a short span of time.”

Ben coughed and blurted out, “Hold up, thassit?! Nuttin else?”

Nuwa smiled sweetly and twirled her finger in a continuous circle. “If you’re lazy or useless, I’ll fire you without penalty and we won’t meet again. Of course, the worst case scenario is if you attempt to cheat me. Although I can’t imagine you doing anything serious enough to actually enrage me, I'm still letting you know out of courtesy, in case you get any ideas.” The blob of cum spun faster and faster, following the continuous twirl of her finger, forming into a disc and pushing air away loudly, but it didn’t stop there. Within seconds, the angular velocity of the disc of cum became so fast that it emitted a barely audible hum, like that of a frictionless circular saw.

Once again, Ben was shooketh. “Yes’m. I wouldn’t even think of it, I wouldn't even think o thinking of it!” After this talk, his doubts were fully cleared. ‘This bitch can kill people with they own jizz! That jawn sound like it can cut through metal!! She IS the devil!’

Satisfied that she found her first subordinate and obtained his loyalty without tampering with his autonomy, Nuwa stopped the cumsaw, got up, and patted him on the head cheerfully. He moved his arm up instinctively to swat the hand away from messing up his hairdo, but stopped halfway up. Nuwa thought, ‘Aw.. how sweet. He remembered that I’m his hot boss and I can touch his hair whenever I want! Such a good boy.’

*ping*.. Nuwa groans, ‘Shit, the app again. At least it gave me a bit of a break.’

“Well, Benjamin. It was nice meeting you. Get some sleep. I’ll find you tomorrow.” Nuwa strutted straight for the door. The asynchronous bounce of her big tits did not slow her pace in the least.

“Wait, where will you sleep? How will you find me? How do we keep in touch?” said Ben, standing up with his newly clean sweatpants and a new semi-chub.

Nuwa turns around halfway out the open door of his apartment and wills the blob of cum to float towards her. It stops just in front of her face. She opens her mouth wide and engulfs the sticky, well-churned splooge in an overly lewd manner. Staring incredulously at his devilishly seductive boss chewing on his cum like a candy, Ben went full mast again. Nuwa’s reserves of sex energy swelled minutely upon swallowing her subordinate’s highly charged load down her throat with an audible gulp. She returned his horny stare with a teasing glint and stated, “Yummy hint of chocolate in there. I can find you wherever you are now.”

She swiveled on her feet and walked directly into the night. “Er.. Really? OK. See ya, Boss.” she heard from behind her.

Dramatic and badass exits were Nuwa’s favorite. She had to remind herself not to turn around to see Ben’s reaction. A blunder like that would tank the badass factor of her departure. Without looking back, she walked to the next block and out of his eyeshot like the coolest boss ever.

‘Shit, the app!’ Nuwa pulled out her [Smartphone] quickly and opened the app, but by the time it had loaded, the game had just ended and tagged her with a big fat non-participation penalty. “Why does this fucking game’s timer run even when it’s loading?!”

The *whomp-whomp-whooomp* tune came with a flash flood of gems. Mira backstroked into the screen amid them. Her areolas occasionally peaked out of her tiny purple wing-shaped adornments. She had well-defined, but fairly small nipples, relative to her breast size.

“Mira.. I swear if your mouth curves up more than 10 degrees..”

The busty succubus’ smile was so wide it nearly reached her eyes. “Hey babe! Looks like you just missed the timer. Try not to get distracted next time! In the meantime, you’ll have lots of sexy fun with some new Punishments!”

Nuwa was shivering with rage. The black Punishment box came up and listed:

1. Slutty Professional, Level 2 - New!
2. Let’s Go Commando
3. Cold Front
4. 1-Up
5. Gaze Oversensitivity - New!
6. Equal Opportunity Activist - New!

Her skirt shortened slightly from knee-level to two inches above her knees and her heels heightened from their previous 2” to 3”. Her shirt didn’t change at all. There was still no baring of cleavage. Nuwa realized, ‘The biggest change for Slutty Professional Level 2 must be the removal of the bra, which is why I can’t tell much of a difference. I already took it off. Unfortunately, I have a bad feeling about the two new ones and have no idea what they could be..’

Having spent about 40 minutes in Ben’s apartment, most of it in the shower fooling around, the sky had darkened considerably and most of the light was provided by street lamps and moonlight. She wasn’t on Main Street anymore, so the area was nearly deserted. Nuwa’s plan was to find a nice hotel and maybe recruit or enslave the owner. Her previous lifestyle had spoiled her thoroughly as far as requiring cleanliness of workspace and servants to wait on her hand and foot.

A sedan made its way down the street in her direction at a steady pace, following the low speed limit listed on the signs impeccably. Nuwa stepped onto the asphalt, raised a hand, and obnoxiously blocked the road. The car came to a rolling halt in front of her. The headlights were blinding, but Nuwa sensed two people in it, one of them being very aroused by her figure. His eyes were boring into her body so heavily that she could practically feel her fully erect nipples being pinched, squeezed, and teased.

The middle-aged woman driving rolled down her window and peeked her head out, “Um.. hello. Miss? You’re in the way on a one-lane road.”

The lady was being surprisingly civil, but Nuwa was utterly distracted, ‘It’s not that the man’s gaze is heavy.. It’s that damn Punishment, Gaze Oversensitivity! I can feel his eyes groping my body all over?? This.. this isn’t fair! It’s against the laws of physics!’

Nuwa could feel two lewd hands roam erratically over her body, spending most of their time on her tits, lips, and cunt, ignoring all of her thin clothing. Another two hands more calmly rested on her cheeks, eyebrows, hips, and feet. ‘That lady must like my shoes. She has good taste. More importantly, how am I supposed to punish people for the indiscretions of their eyes if I’ve always allowed them to look?!’

She felt the man’s heavy touch flick her nipples several times, but when she looked down at her boobs, there were no signs of motion, other than the normal rise and fall of flesh due to her own breathing. This was all in her head, written into it by Gem Ladies. Nuwa closed her eyes. She could explode in rage and instantly kill that man. The thought of doing just that was becoming increasingly more tempting as he rolled his eyes in circles all over her bountiful breasts, which felt like he was cupping and juggling them, but that would be admitting defeat to the Gem Ladies Dev Team, specifically, that insufferable bitch, Mira!

So she swished her hair and tried her best to ignore the wanton hands prodding, poking, and stroking her body as she walked up to the car and got into the backseat, utterly confusing the lady, whose mouth had dropped open. A scraggly teen was sitting shotgun, staring at her with his mouth equally wide open, except, much to her disgust, there was a mouthful of half-eaten chips still visible inside it. Her anger uncontrollably shot up, but she refused to let it bother her. He hadn’t committed a crime, however much she wanted him to give her an excuse to kill him.

Nuwa growled under her breath and arbitrarily demanded, “Take me to the most expensive hotel in the city.”

The lady was confused. What kind of strange person would hop in someone’s car and order them around like chauffeurs? Not to mention one who looked like a high-class escort. Her brows knitted as she turned around to look at Nuwa’s eyes and said, “Miss.. I don’t want to have to call the police.”

Nuwa was close to snapping from impatience and from feeling their hands on her face and tits again. Her own eyes sharpened, she put a hand lightly on each of their shoulders, and said to the lady in a voice dripping with killing intent, “Shut the fuck up and drive before I send you both to hell. And you.” She twists her face to the mop-haired teen. “Close your mouth when you chew or I’ll sew it shut.”

The mother-and-son duo both got the message. This lady was totally bonkers and they were in actual danger. Best to do as she says.

~ ~ ~

Ben returned to the sofa after his new Boss left. His face and armpits were wet with sweat from witnessing Nuwa’s deadly degree of control over cum. He was also replaying that glorious memory of her taking his cum into her mouth. This day was simply too crazy for his typically boring life. In the end though, he was glad that Nuwa had chosen him. Five minutes later, before he could succumb to his fatigue and fall into a deep sleep, he heard a soft *poof* sound.

He opened his eyes and the same succubus that he had met when he first opened his Custom Girls App appeared before him once again. Her features were approximately Asian, her horns curled into the air, and her small cutesy wings twitched rapidly. She had an expressionless face and a modest chest. The same wing-shaped clothing that barely hid Mira’s privates did the same to hers. She dropped to the floor and started sniffing around his place, which lifted her ass high into the air and constantly threatened to expose her nethers. Her path meandered towards Ben and her face stopped just in front of his crotch. She gave one last intense sniff, looked into his eyes, and said in a monotonous tone, “She’s gone. It’s safe now. Have you thought about it?”

Ben had thought about it and despite his massive hard-on that he wanted to slap right on top of this frigid broad’s face, he struggled to even entertain her presence. The Succubi had detected his earlier extremely emotional orgasm and immediately loaded the App onto his phone. Once he opened it, this petite succubus had showed up and made him an offer while Nuwa was still in the bathroom. She told him to be quiet and spoke directly into his mind explaining that she and all the succubi wanted to work together with him to bring Nuwa under his ownership using his Custom Girls App, which had the ability to slowly tweak a nearby woman’s body, actions, personality, preferences, almost anything.

There were no difficulties or games involved in Custom Girls, unlike in Gem Ladies. All the modifications to his selected custom girls could be bought with currency earned by doing perverted deeds or influencing others to be more perverted. The end goal was that Nuwa would eventually become his personal sex ****, but it would take a great deal of self-control on his part and a lot of time to get it done on their part.

Back in the present, the succubus rubbed the bulge on his sweatpants upon her cheeks expressionlessly and said, “All we know about her is what she’s told you and that she is far stronger than what she has revealed to you. We don’t know if she is hiding a means for her to resist the App’s compulsions long enough to kill whoever is using it on her, but with our help, you can pick options she won’t notice and slowly change her. She doesn’t treat you well. She deserves to be kneeling before you like a needy slut. As long as you follow all our directions, Nuwa will be yours, and if you own her, you can eventually usurp control over the entire worl..”

Disregarding the irony of this demon chick already kneeling before his dick like a needy slut, he interrupted her with visible stress, “Yo Naho.. I’mma give it ya straight. I’m a goddamn normal-ass guy! What do I care ‘bout world domination? The fact you need help from a normal dawg like me to take her down.. Let’s just say it ain't doin much to convince me. Ya just said so yaself that she can kill me easy! What am I really? A convenient guinea pig?!”

Naho’s brow twitched with irritation and she plonked her mouth down upon the tip of the bulge before her. She was an intelligence agent, not a negotiator.

“Yeah. Thaz what I thought. Nah, hoe.” Ben pushed her head away from him and got up. He went to his fridge, pulled out a gallon of water, and drank some straight from the jug. Naho followed him and asked, “What?”

With a scoff, Ben said, “I wasn’t sayin ya name. I saids, NAH.. HOE.. as in.. I ain’t doin it! I’d rather be rich and happy workin a cushy job for the Devil than join the losing team.”

Naho muttered with mild surprise, “Oh..” Then she reverted back to her usual dull tone, “You’re a strange guy. You can’t delete the Custom Girls app or get rid of it by changing phones, so our offer will always be on the table if you change your mind. Best of luck to you. Oh and by the way, we strongly suggest never using it on Nuwa herself without consulting us first or revealing to her that you have the App. Ciao.”

She poofed into a cloud of purple mist. Ben spit on the ground where she poofed from and said, “Yea right, I ain’t suicidal. And besides..” He recalled his Boss’ perfect figure, incredible cum guzzling technique, erect nipples, teasing glances, and eventually how she, an actual Goddess, had apologized to him, a normal-ass guy. “She ain’t all bad.”