Chapter 3: Exploration

Even if I said 'Yes' in my mind before, actually committing myself to do it was especially difficult.

So bothersome.

My motivation sunk even lower to accomplish the goal, which the fairy-like woman set. I wonder why, when I was alone, without someone telling me to do anything—things seem to progress without a hitch?

No wonder.

I did everything at my own pace, at that time.

When I was alone for so long, I had lost track of time; as there were no such things changing at all. Even the ones I made were rather gradual and laid-back.

The moment she was there, it's like she was trying to make every day count.

For someone who proclaimed herself to be the Goddess of a Multiverse, she's very human-like. She watched over me and guide me until I could finally stand on my own.

I didn't understand the latter parts one bit, but she said about going to the detail later on.

If it's the usual, I would stare at the starry skies for all night long until it was dawn. I would have food whenever I was hungry and after the daybreak, I would go to the plains, watch the clouds and lay down in silence. I had become too accustomed to the grasses, even if it's dirty, I'd just come back and wash before I watched the stars again.

I didn't know much, but the clouds and the stars were the only variables as of this moment which colored the grey hues of my life.

Until she came: I started to become human again.

The real question was: could a mere human like me become the Master of an entire world?

She did not tell me how to grow the world tree right away, even after her prior explanations. Instead: she told me to sleep early. The next thing she did was dragging me to the bathroom and scrubbing my entire body clean.

With her magic, she created a layer of mirrors out of one section of the wall. That was the first time I had paid attention to my own appearance.

My hair was black colored; flowing all the way toward my waist. My eyes were black, with thin nose and lips; devoid of any emotion.

I had an androgynous appearance with slender arms and legs plus no body hair at all. When I took off my clothes and stood naked, I did not have secondary sex characteristics like a penis or vagina. In its place were just like another part of my skin. I didn't even have a butthole.

My chest was flat, but it could either be looked at as a male's or an underdeveloped female one.

I realize, with her at my side, that I look quite small and fragile with her in comparison.

She asked me, how did I excrete or something.

I did not need them at all. Even I had no such body odor—all the filth would just dissipate into thin air and I could just release whenever I want; producing a pleasant sensation.

"Do you want to see my body?" she gave me a naughty smile, as she took off her white silk dress from her shoulders, revealing the curves of her entire body.

So this was a woman, I thought.

Looking as if just graduated from high school with that baby face and soft cheeks, she also had unusual silver hair and cerulean blue eyes. Her nose was a bit on the small, cutely side and she had puffy lips, giving a glitter of pink.

Compared to my thin and fragile-looking shoulders, she's got a bit of a muscle on it, along with her well-toned body, especially with the enormous sized balls attached to her chest. I tried to measure its actual size, but it seems even bigger than my entire palm; although my hands were even smaller than her.

"Do you like big breasts? Want to touch them?"

This line was so nostalgic.

I remember I once watched such scenes from a hand-drawn animation, which were voiced by actual people.

That's how I finally knew those things. It kinda let out white and creamy stuff when you squeeze them.

I shook my head. When I glanced at my own face in the mirror again, I realize it had an ambiguous look of either a prepubescent boy or girl—it made a completely deadpan expression, regardless of my slightly excited thoughts.

"It's hard to know what you're thinking. Even if you could finally say some words if you couldn't make faces naturally, it'd be difficult to understand you."

I tilted my head at her.

"...but it's okay, since you're so cute, like a doll. I want to dress you up in a lot of cute outfits."

Still, I wish to protest, saying it was too premature to force my own gender.

The next thing she did color me surprised. Instead of the usual cliche where I thought she would snuggle me and leave me asphyxiated from her breasts, she just stood there and smiling at me.

"Have you stared enough yet?" she said, with a giggle.

I still hadn't stared at what's below her chest. She had a bit of a muscle and it formed a bit of a pack on her stomach. Her waist was thin and her legs look strong, while still carried a lot of elegance. The figure of hers was a perfect hourglass without looking anorexic in the slightest.

Comparing it to my overall thin figures which didn't seem to have any muscles, sometimes I wonder, how did I have so much strength to kill off those animals in the first place?

"Look here. Yes, here!"

My attention went to the spot she was pointing. It's placed between her legs. There was a bit of a sparkling silver hair growing neatly and right beneath was a slit.

She walked closer to me and arched her body towards me, with fingers on each hand, she spread the slit open; revealing a pink colored mouth with a lot of folds, with a small bump above it.

"Do you like it?"

It was pretty beautiful, so I nod.

"You want to try putting a finger in?" I notice her breathing were a bit ragged; as if there's something which made her excited in me.

I tilted my head again. I wasn't sure what she was getting at.

"You might have some knowledge of it, but this is my vagina. It's a place where a man's thing get in and release their love inside. After a while, my belly would swell up—a new life would soon be born."

A man's thing?

Yes, it did seem pretty familiar.

"It looks like this you see—this is a penis."

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She waved her hand in front of the small bump above her vagina; from it grew a rod-like object with the head similar to one of the mushrooms growing beneath. The shaft had lots of veins. She began stroking and rubbing it; not long after it engorged in size; at one point it stood in a curved parabolic angle, its size stable.

"Hey...you naughty girl. Are you excited from a penis?"

I had this strange feeling building inside me. Not because it's a man's thing but, since it had grown from such a feminine-looking girl like her. This gave such an out-of-place, bizarre feeling and it made me curious.

I shook my head and her expression begin to show signs of bewilderment.

"Uhh...well, you see...even if I'm like this, you can think of me as a girl—only if you want to. Even if girls normally didn't have it...please don't be disgusted. I can remove it and make it appear as I like if you're not comfortable with...my body."

I shook my head again. This time, I embraced her from below. At this angle, my face was buried on her breasts and I could feel something poking my stomach. It seems really hot.

"As I thought, you are kind."

I wasn't sure what she meant, but my current position didn't allow me to tilt my head. So we stood embracing each other, with the thing still poking my stomach and even after a bit of time had passed, it didn't have any sign of going down.

Instead, the stick began to emit something wet.

"No...please don't stare at it..."

She was pretty weird. Why did someone staring at her penis made her so turned on?

From its tip, her rod began to let out a transparent liquid. There's also a bit of glitter underneath. I wasn't sure from what part she was embarrassed about.

She also seems to be in pain, with such red, flushed face and she's already letting out tears.

For some reason, my hands couldn't help but reach out to her rod and slit.

"Eh..you will do it? This feels a bit wrong...you look so young yet I..."

I shook my head and began to use one hand to rub her shaft and another caressing her soaked slit.

"Eh...it'd be hard if we both stood there, let me create something."

From the wooden tube and knob which water flew in, with a simple wave of hand became a shower made out of wood. Another spell of hers erected a toilet of a long-forgotten material out of nowhere; yet its white, pristine color, contrasting with the remainder of wooden-themed amenities in, blended surprisingly well with its surroundings.

She sat her shapely bum on it and ushered me to put on a kneeling position.

"Umm...could you use your mouth?", she made a circle with one hand, put it to her mouth and moving it back and forth; her large breasts were jiggling, "You're so adorable I just..."

This time, even I began to figure something was wrong.

Was she really a Multiverse Goddess or simply some Alien Pervert?

I waved my hand and walked outside the bathroom; before I managed to, however:

"No, please don't leave. I'm really sorry. I didn't tell you beforehand why I act so shamelessly."

She stood out from the toilet and tried to reach out her hands to me. Along the way, her breasts and penis jiggled left and right. It was somehow amusing to watch these things move.

So, her actions actually had a point? I thought she simply was horny.

"From where I came from, you need to define yourself and genderless would not cut it. We did not know how to define someone who had no gender and.."

I placed one finger on her lips. No, not down there.

I want her to calm down; we simply took things too fast.

"I understand, let's continue this tomorrow—but I couldn't exactly sleep with this heat. So, let me show you just one last thing."

Facing the toilet, she began to stroke her throbbing rod, which now was overflowing with that transparent liquid. Her other hand was fingering her slit at a rapid pace.

"Normally I...use one hand to play with my boobs or use both while I ride a toy on my pussy, but now, even two weren't enough to feel pleasure all over."

I tilted my head again; why did she keep telling me such lewd things? Oh right. It had something to do with her culture since it's the one she's most familiar with.

"Maybe it's because I hadn't got one for so long when I finally have my penis...I couldn't help but...ahh...ahhh!"

Hmm...something was pretty strange, She was really infatuated with her own penis, even for a girl.

As her talks got even lewder, her finger thrusts and shaft stroking got even faster, until one point, she began moaning loudly; from the throbbing rod's head erupted torrents of white, creamy liquid.

It was a lot different than the one coming out of breasts.

Her milk landed perfectly inside the toilet bowl; at the same moment torrents of transparent liquid sprayed in quick succession from her vagina. Her moans got more and more ecstatic as the release got so intense, until finally, she slumped down the floor, at kneeling position; her hand holding the edge of the toilet bowl.

Hmm...the show was quite good, in my opinion.

..but something was just not right, what was that slurping sound I heard from the toilet when she let out both of her milk?

I felt like clapping at her but it'd be rude. Especially since she seems to try her earnest and endure the shame, although I had a strange feeling that something wasn't right and I should not pity her.

I could only stand there watching the naked girl basking in her afterglow. Her penis against the floor, still ejecting the creamy stuff bit by bit; there's also smaller trickles of the water still gushing out from her slit below. The girl's breathing was ragged, but her face wasn't that of shame or despair.

Based on my fragmented memory, it was the expression of utter bliss.

Right as I just realized it, the cute voice, akin to a young girl echoed from the toilet.

"Mistress' semen and milk is delicious as usual."

Noticing what just happened, I felt a bit of shift on my usual deadpan face.

Maybe, due to the shock--since there's only normal thing happening to me thus far--I passed out unconscious not long after.