[R-18 – Contains mature scenes mixed with important plot progression]
A single string of light drifted through the mortal world, thin, silent, impossibly ancient. It cut through clouds, ascended past the blue sky, and pushed beyond where even gods rarely peered.
As it rose higher, the heavens themselves thinned like mist, revealing a realm that existed above the concept of "sky."
Clouds parted, and a world of pure luminosity came into view.
A realm of floating sanctuaries.
Temples built on drifting islands of marble and starlight, rivers of radiant energy flowed like veins, threading through reality itself, currents of fate, balance, and unseen connections that governed every living being.
At the center of this divine expanse stood the Great Equilibrium Temple, the most sacred of all. Its pillars were carved from crystallized wind, its ceiling painted by the shifting colors of the universe.
Inside its throne chamber, a woman sat. Not merely beautiful, Not merely divine; She was inevitable.
Her body glowed with composed radiance, as if her skin was woven from the concept of balance itself. Her hair flowed like liquid moonlight, not because of wind, but because she herself was the balance of this world.
Before her, dozens of angel-like entities knelt, wings lowered in reverence. Their forms were translucent, shaped from prayers, silence, and duty.
They waited yet none dared lift their eyes.
On the throne, Lumiel, Goddess of Balance and Flow, opened her eyes slowly, as if awakening from a vision that stretched across worlds.
The golden string that traveled from the mortal world was already connected to her, resting across her palm like a thin line of light.
It pulsed once.
"The dark side is growing in power. This is your chance, exterminate anyone who dares disturb the world balance," Lumiel commanded, her voice sharp and unwavering. All the angels bowed deeper as they listened intently, their own voices rising in perfect synchrony. "As your will."
"Any new reports?" Lumiel asked calmly, she rested her cheek against her hand, leaning slightly on the throne. The pose alone was unreal, relaxed, divine, dangerously beautiful., the kind that could make any mortal lose control.
The angels twitched at her presence. Then, a man standing at the front spoke. "We apologize, there is no new news about the guards who were stationed outside your chamber a few days ago. They are still in confusion after their memory loss."
Lumiel's expression narrowed, her voice dropping into a softer, sharper tone, she leaned in cautiously. "I'm sure there is something more. I wond—"
Her words cut off.
Something struck her from deep within, not pain, not warning, a pulse, an echo.
Her breath hitched, and a soft, involuntary sound escaped her lips, a trembling, surprised moan.
"Ahh-!?"
Her fingers tightened as the golden string still wrapped around her palm. Its light trembled violently, reacting to something happening far below, in the mortal world.
The golden string pulsed again, shining brighter each time.
The angels froze, confused by the sudden sound they had never heard from their goddess. The man in front stepped forward. "Goddess Lumiel, is something the matter?"
"Mmm!?" Another moan slipped from Lumiel's lips, her eyes sharpening as she forced them to stay focused. The angels stared, unsure why her sentence had cut off.
Then she felt it, something in her lower body. Something moving where nothing should be able to reach. 'H-hmm… something keeps moving more…'
"Ahhnm~"
Her moan grew sweeter, trembling, her brows tightening in confusion as she scanned the room for any sign of attack.
'Ahh… it's speeding up… I can't let anyone see this…'
Her voice snapped into command, even as the tremor in her tone betrayed her. "No need to delay… mm… just go to the mission… Ahh… right now."
The angels didn't notice the hidden allure in her voice. They bowed immediately. "Yes, by your will."
Their wings flapped in perfect unison, white feathers filling the air as they soared toward the temple doors.
The moment the last one left, Lumiel's expression shifted. Her eyes turned sharp, divine light flaring around her. She stood from her throne, gripping the armrest.
"Who… dares enter the Goddess Realm to attack meee~!!"
But even her anger couldn't hide the pleasure trembling through her voice.
The golden string extended down from the heavens, through the mortal layers, and into a small apartment bedroom.
It was connected directly to the divine artifact; The onahole.
A few moments earlier, Kagura had been getting ready to dominate the beautiful, life-sized body of the onahole.
'It's my first time using an onahole… I should check it properly' Kagura thought, curiosity mixing with the urgent heat building in her lower half.
She climbed onto the bed, slowly approaching it. Once she was on top, she paused again, taking in the onahole's perfectly sculpted, voluptuous body. Even without a head, its divine silhouette was too beautiful.
Her gaze drifted to her smartphone on the bedside table. She stared for a few seconds… then shook her head.
"No. Today I don't need a video," she murmured. Her voice was cool, confident, already trembling with desire. "I'll do it like the real thing."
Her hands slowly parted the onahole's soft legs. The moment the opening revealed itself, her breath hitched.
"Damn…" Kagura whispered, pupils narrowing. "It's like staring at a goddess's body."
Her thumbs traced the inner thighs, feeling the unreal warmth crafted into the toy. Each inch she touched sent a pulse through her, her mind racing, her lower body begging her to stop thinking and just take it.
She swallowed once as her fingers inched closer and her hips twitched forward on instinct.
Kagura bit her bottom lip, holding herself back by a thread.
'Not yet… let's savor it.'
Her palm slid up, then down, following the curve of the thigh, memorizing its shape even though it wasn't alive. But to her eyes, to her hunger, it looked alive enough.
Her breath grew heavier. Her body wanted the real thing and her mind wanted to tease it until she lost all control.
Both urges crashed inside her as she leaned down, her lips brushing dangerously close to the flawless skin of the onahole's inner thigh.
It was the same moment Lumiel began feeling something for the very first time.
Kagura pulled her head back for a second, wanting to enjoy the view again, to burn the sight into her mind. Her fingers slid inside the onahole, moving with instinct more than thought.
"Damn… you're tight." She withdrew her fingers, breath shaky with excitement.
Kagura licked her lips, getting herself ready. She lowered her face between the onahole's inner thighs.
Kagura's tongue slowly slipped in, warm and deliberate, and she began to move it, slow strokes at first, tasting every bit of softness her mouth touched.
Being a futanari, a woman herself, she knew a woman's body, its reactions, its weaknesses, the spots that made even the calmest tremble. She'd heard enough talk from red-light women to understand exactly what to aim for.
She held one thigh firmly, her left hand keeping the leg in place, while her right drifted up the onahole's waist, sliding slowly, teasingly, as her body fought the urge to go straight for the real thing.
Lumiel was finally alone. She used her magic to scan the entire realm for any presence she could detect, but nothing appeared. Her eyes trembled in horror as she did something no esteemed goddess should ever need to do.
She spread her legs where she stood and cast a confirming spell. A small defensive magic circle flickered to life between her inner thighs. Her legs weakened, not from fear, but from the mix of relief and the nonstop pleasure invading her.
"Thank goodness… I'm still a virgin," she breathed. The seal protecting her purity was intact.
But as the pleasure kept rising, something grazed her waist and thigh too, making her flinch. "Then… why am I feeling this?" Her eyes widened with a cold, eerie fear of an unknown enemy.
Kagura's tongue didn't stop. If anything, it explored even more, her movements speeding up. Lumiel's moans grew louder; she clamped both hands over her mouth, trying to stifle the sounds, despite no one being there.
Kagura eyes were sharp and cold, yet burning with an intense focus as she moved her tongue in a wider, hungrier range.
The same moment continued for a full minute. Then suddenly, Lumiel felt the peak building fast, rising too sharply to control. Her whole body trembled, knees trembled violently as she struggled and failed to hold it back any longer.
Lumiel's body shuddered violently as a crashing wave of pleasure burst out of her, spreading across the pristine floor of the throne room.
As in the mortal world, the onahole released a sudden wave, tightening around Kagura's tongue. The pressure pulsed so abruptly that she almost pulled back, but her curiosity won again.
The overflow carried a faint sweetness, brushing across her tongue. She slowly drank what she could. When it finally stopped, she lifted her head, gasping softly and licking her lips.
"What was that?"
Her gaze drifted to her smartphone again. A thought crept in.
'Do the latest onaholes have this kind of feature too? Even the inside felt soft and wet like a real woman. Or… is it because this thing is a Divine Artifact?'
'I'll search it later… for now.'
She focused on the onahole again. A string of drool slipped from her lips. Her mouth hung open, tongue lowered above it, hungry, ready to devour.
She licked her lips again, tasting the scent in the air. It was because of her futanari nature.
Simple but powerful, futanari pheromones were never something to underestimate. Even higher beings could fall to that temptation.
Right now, holding back was getting impossible. She leaned forward, positioning herself above it, ready for action.
Her futanari length rested right at the onahole's entrance. In a cold, commanding, dominant voice, she said:
"It should be ready for my futanari."