A win, at last

It was a long time coming. Nuwa finally won a round of Gem Ladies. Mira rode a go-kart onto the screen and said, “Hey babes! Nice job on your first win! You didn’t quite crush it, so you can only remove one Punishment, but you’ll be removing three at once in no time! Yahoooo!~”

Nuwa sneered watching the zealous creature zoom off the screen. The Punishment Board came up and she had to choose one option to remove on the spot. ‘It would have been nice to get another Eraser.. Oh well. Let’s see.’

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5 . Gaze Oversensitivity

6 . Equal Opportunity Activist

7 . A G00D CHR1$T14N UPBR1NG1NG

8 . Anger Management

9 . Bodily Fluid Fad

10 . Forgiveness is a Virtue, Level 1

11 . Whack-a-dong

12 . Bust for Brains, Level 2

13 . Nocturnal Needs

14 . Ghetto Glow Up

1x Eraser (choose wisely!)

Perhaps out of her lack of brains or her narcissistic whims, Nuwa picked Ghetto Glow Up to get rid of. Obviously, choosing one of the Punishments affecting her cognition or giving her compulsions, like Anger Management or Whack-a-dong, to get rid of would have been a much better choice, but Nuwa didn’t like wearing a mandated set of clothes. Plus, she was going shopping. It would be impossible for her to try out clothes without first resolving or getting rid of that Punishment. Of course, as a result of removing that Punishment, her current clothes disappeared entirely, rendering all of Kiesha’s recent work for naught.

Nuwa immediately felt Kiesha staring at her bare ass and was somewhat surprised that she didn’t also feel the gaze of Ben and Ash. **** to turn around in the nude and possibly see a bulge, Nuwa almost facepalmed when she remembered that she could magically generate any kind of slutty office clothes from resolving the Slutty Professional Punishment. ‘My thoughts are so slow.. damn it.’

This time, she wrapped herself in a luxurious white suit and skirt combo that covered more skin, but still bared her full cleavage. The thick suit had only a single button to keep her breasts from falling out, offering extremely enticing frontal and side views, but the volume of the cloth made it more difficult for her subordinates to grope her. They were allowed to, of course, but she was mildly annoyed at how long they spent doing it earlier, even to the detriment of their schedule.

The white skirt Nuwa wore matched the top, but its length did not go farther down the thigh than the jacket did, so it was hidden from view. She still wore no underwear beneath it, so the presence of the skirt itself was there as a mere token effort in modesty. All in all, the outfit was designed exactly according to her personal preferences for exhibitionism and femdom: to make her body easy to look at, but hard to touch.

The CEO outfit brought out Nuwa’s innate arrogance to great effect. She turned around with a haughty swagger and was somewhat disappointed that the only one to appreciate her new outfit was Kiesha, even if that appreciation resulted in Nuwa feeling hands madly groping her boobies. The eyes of Ben and Ash were oddly locked on Kiesha. Nuwa was, however, pleasantly surprised to see neither of them sporting bulges under the table. The excitement of showing off her new outfit made her forget about Whack-a-mole.

Pulling her eyes away from her inexplicable urge to rest upon Kiesha’s lovely, dark chocolate colored face, Nuwa coughed to get everyone’s attention and asked, “Ready, guys?”

The boys finally looked at their boss. Before their boners could return, Nuwa closed her eyes. Kiesha bolted upright, awkwardly glanced at Ash, then approached her savior. The boys rapidly grew bulges from taking in Nuwa’s new iteration of slutwear, but against all known laws of horniness, their eyes once again returned to the conservatively dressed Kiesha.

Sensing something wrong, Nuwa wondered what was going on as she identified Kiesha’s footsteps approaching her. Kiesha leaned over against Nuwa and whispered, “I have a new Punishment. The others keep staring at me and it’s making me uncomfortable.”

Nuwa thought, ‘Aha! It was a Punishment. We both got Gem Ladies rounds at the same time, is that a coincidence?’ She nodded, held onto Kiesha’s arm, and said, “I can handle it. Take me to the bathroom.” Kiesha carefully guided Nuwa over to the bathroom. Nuwa could tell her subordinate was confused about why she refused to open her eyes, but some things had to stay secret. She couldn’t let on how much this damn App was affecting her.

Inside the bathroom, Nuwa repeated the earlier steps of gently returning Kiesha into unconsciousness and transferring the Punishment onto herself. Her white desk now read:

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2 . 000000 000000000

3 . 000000 000000000

4 . 000000 000000000

5 . Gaze Oversensitivity

6 . Equal Opportunity Activist

7 . A G00D CHR1$T14N UPBR1NG1NG

8 . Anger Management

9 . Bodily Fluid Fad

10 . Forgiveness is a Virtue, Level 1

11 . Whack-a-dong

12 . Bust for Brains, Level 2

13 . Nocturnal Needs

15 . Apple of the Eye - New!

‘This implies.. I’m going to get even more stares than I usually get?’ thought Nuwa with a subconscious shudder of delight, ‘Hopefully, it won’t be too much to handle.’ She returned to reality and woke Kiesha up. Nuwa did some testing on how the Punishment worked and found that it was quite troublesome. ‘Even if I give her a threatening look, she only looks away from me for a moment before her eyes are dragged back. It seems to be partially outside of her own control.’

Nuwa remembered how she herself had to exert some effort to pull her eyes off of Kiesha’s body before the Punishment transfer. She sighed and decided, ‘There’s no avoiding it. I’m officially irresistible, which means I can no longer fault anyone for appreciating my body longer than I’m comfortable with.’ This sobering commitment made her feel a touch of anger, shame, and exasperation at the Succubi, but she fully intended to channel the energy of these feelings towards resolving Punishments.

The two ladies returned to the common area and Nuwa once again had her eyes closed. Now that they were back in the presence of the boys, she asked, “Are you feeling better, Kiesha?”

Kiesha replied gratefully with a few visual smacks to Nuwa’s bum, “Yes, boss. Everything is back to normal now.”

‘Yeah, if normal means that everyone’s going to be eye groping my body nonstop.’ Nuwa internally remarked with a huff. She couldn’t believe that she felt a tinge of fear at the idea of setting foot outside! The worst part was that she had to go out blind to prevent Whack-a-mole from triggering. To attempt to remedy this, Nuwa extended her sexth sense and found that even though Ben and Ash were sporting boners, she did not feel a compulsion to relieve them. That was good news. Even with her eyes closed, she could still make her way around adequately now.

Nuwa’s sexth sense was a way of sensing the Dao of Sex around her. Using it to navigate without vision was difficult, because it only allows her to see people in high definition, always brightly glowing, naked, and in various shades of white and pink. Everything else, even walls and obstacles, was indistinguishable in the dark pink fog that her sexth sense had no way to capture. Ironically, or perhaps fittingly, frequently visited furniture did show up in her sexth sense, like used beds and glory holes. For example, about 10 meters overhead and to the side, she could clearly see sections of Kiesha's room floating in the dark pink fog with plenty of fresh cumstains. Also the old people’s room, but let's not go there.

She faced her grope-happy minions and said, “Let’s go.” However, before she could grab Kiesha’s arm and pull on it to hurry them out the door, she noticed something off about Ash’s aura in her sexth sense when he removed his eyes from her body to look at her face. She started, “Ash.. you..” but she couldn’t finish. She didn’t know what to say.

His heart beated for her. She clearly saw how much brighter his glow became when he looked at her face and she had no idea how she hadn’t been able to tell until now. The constant problems caused by her Punishments and her fantasies about how she would slaughter those Succubi distracted her from her Dao. She was supposed to be able to recognize love on her own without her sexth sense laying it out for her.

Ash asked, “Yes?”

Shaking her head, Nuwa said, “Never mind. Come on.” Another sigh almost came out of her unbidden. Love was beautiful, but it was also dangerous. At some point, she would have to gently let Ash down. She was technically polyamorous, so it didn’t disgust her and she didn’t care much about power level, but she just couldn’t imagine falling in love with a short-living mortal. If she did, she risked her mindscape shattering in sorrow when the time inevitably came for them to part.

Nuwa sat in the backseat of the car with Kiesha’s guidance. From the driver’s seat, Ash stared at her tits and requested, “Can we first go pick up Oliver?”

“Ah, sure. Sorry, I forgot about him. Try to keep your eyes on the road, however difficult it seems.” replied Nuwa.

Ash nodded and started back to the hotel. Surprisingly, he had no trouble driving. His eyes would only return to her body whenever he was at a red light or stop sign. Nuwa figured that the Apple of the Eye Punishment must go out of its way not to have any serious effect on people’s lives. It was only meant to make the Gem Lady uncomfortable.

Nuwa wrapped her arm around Kiesha, whose head was leaning on her shoulder. The girl’s current groping posture was terrible. In this new position, Kiesha wouldn’t put so much stress on her back and shoulders. It was hard for Nuwa not to treat these young adults like children.

“Thanks Nuwa.” Kiesha murmured, then she excitedly said, “Did you go to school or college where you came from? I’m going to law school so I can be a bigshot lawyer.”

Nuwa hummed thoughtfully and said, “That’s an admirable goal. You can keep attending classes, but I hope you aren’t doing so for money. We will have plenty of that. You are now free to follow your dreams. To answer your question, a long time ago, I studied psychology, which I later found to be a useless undergraduate degree. Is it the same in this world?”

Ben answered the open question, “Yes’m. Both my parents studied that, but dint make shit. Oh, pardon my language.”

While Kiesha was still trying to grasp the notion that she never had to worry about money anymore, Ash offhandedly mentioned, “Hey boss, have you ever thought about making money off your looks? With how hard it is for us to take our eyes off you now, others should feel the same way right?”

Nuwa’s eyes lit up. Modeling and politics were both ways to make money off her looks and were already in her long-term plans, but the idea of getting filthy rich off what was supposed to be a Punishment appealed to her greatly. It wasn’t the money as much as the irony that the godforsaken Punishment would actually help her achieve her goals. In an agreeable tone, Nuwa asked, “Supposing I say yes, what’s the best way to go about it?”

The two men in the front had very different reactions to this response. Ben cheered, “You’d kill it as a model or actress, boss lady!” but Ash grunted with displeasure. Apparently, Ash was just shooting off random thoughts earlier and had no actual desire for Nuwa to expand her audience. He was probably cursing his big mouth. Sensing his anxiety, Nuwa soothingly said, “Don’t worry, Ash. As long as you don’t wrong me, you’ll always be my direct subordinate.” Then her tone hardened, “Now tell me. How do I capitalize?”

Ash pulled into the hotel drive-through and stewed for a moment before saying, “You could be an online cam girl.”

“Well..” Nuwa said, “I doubt that I will be as visually irresistible online or in pictures than in person. Half the appeal of it is gone already. I’ll think about it though. Go on and grab Oliver. We’ll wait here.”

Nuwa did not want to go outside. She could already feel a few people’s eyes locked on her, or more specifically, her cleavage and Kiesha’s hand playing with them. Only when Ash closed the door did the tint of the windows protect her from the disembodied hands on her body. Her sexth sense could make out dozens of people around her and one of them was exactly her type. He was obese, unkempt, and leaning on something, probably the side of a building. His dick was miniscule and appeared to be swallowed up by his fat, but this only made him all the more sexy to her.

Her artificially heightened interest in him made her sexth sense ‘zoom in’ on him to automatically reveal all his fetishes. A massive wave of disgust followed when she saw his fantasies of **** milfs in yoga gear and mind breaking them into his slaves. Fortunately for him, he never tried to act out these fantasies, or she would have killed him on the spot.

“Filthy scum!” she quietly spat out.

“Uh..” Ben and Kiesha said together. She brought her attention back to the car and noticed that both Ben and Kiesha were looking directly at how her own arm was lightly jostling in front of her crotch. In this regard, neither her white suit nor barely-there skirt presented much obstacle. Shame overtook her, decorating her face with a blush. ‘Damn it! Why am I fingering myself?!’