A Goddess's Prank
"A g-goddess? Wait—are you?"
The woman wrapped around me from behind was a goddess? The one people worshipped and held up as divine?
"That's right. That goddess."
She answered so casually, her hand stroking across my stomach. It was a hard thing to believe, and yet something in me couldn't deny it.
"So? Aren't you going to tell me how it felt?"
"Y-you're seriously asking me that?"
"Of course I am. Come on, let's hear it."
The goddess cupped my cheek and tilted my face upward. Looking down at me, her eyes curved like a child in the middle of a prank. She was savoring every second of this.
"A goddess's breasts are... they're..."
Was I even allowed to say this? Wouldn't that be blasphemy? What if I offended her and she decided to punish me?
"That won't happen, so just say it. How did it feel to touch a goddess's chest?"
Her thumb brushed my lips while her other hand traced the inside of my thigh. Hot breath spilled against my ear as she leaned in close.
"You know... this is the first time anyone's ever touched them..."
No. If I just stayed here in her arms and let myself go, I had a feeling I'd never make it back.
I clamped my mouth shut on the review I'd been about to give, pried her hands off me, and bolted forward.
"Wha—?!"
"Oh my?"
My feet tangled halfway and I went sprawling, but at least I'd put a good five meters between us.
"W-why did you summon me?!"
I scrambled around to face her. She could have been behind me again in the blink of an eye, but this time she stayed where she was, sitting in place.
"You don't have to be so embarrassed..."
She ran her tongue over her lips as if disappointed, and a shiver crawled down my spine. It wasn't mere seduction—it was a sultriness that looked ready to drink down your very soul along with your essence. The plunging halter-neck dress she wore, cut so deep it laid her cleavage bare, only made it worse.
"Hehe. I suppose I took the teasing a little too far."
She rose from her seat with a sly little laugh. I tensed, expecting her to teleport, but she didn't. She simply started walking toward me, slow and unhurried.
"You asked why I called you here, didn't you? To be precise, I didn't call you at all. I merely approved your passage into this world and helped it along."
I tried to back away as she drew closer, but my body wouldn't move—as if I were trapped in sleep paralysis.
"The one who sent you to this world was my mother."
She came to a stop right in front of me, sank to her knees, and reached out. Just like the moment we'd first met, she pulled me against her chest—but this time there was nothing but infinite tenderness in it.
Was this what it felt like for a child to be held in their mother's arms?
The one who sent me here was the goddess's... mother? But the goddess herself is a goddess, so...
My thoughts wouldn't line up. The embrace was so warm, so soft, I felt like I could drift off at any second.
"You were so frightened, weren't you? You locked all those incomprehensible things away in the deepest part of your heart and kept people close just so you could feel safe."
A hand full of nothing but kindness settled on my head. She stroked my hair slowly, the way you'd soothe a crying child, and then swept the fabric of her dress aside.
"It's all right. I'll soothe every last bit of that anxiety. Let it all out and be at ease."
A breast as white and milky as cream, tipped with a rose-pink nipple, offered itself up to me. She lifted it with one hand and held it out, and I couldn't stop myself from taking it into my mouth.
"Aahhn♥ That's it. Drink as much as you want. Once you're comfortable, you'll feel better."
I suckled on her nipple the way a baby would at its mother's breast. A liquid began to seep out, and the moment it touched my tongue it tasted like nectar. I didn't know if it was milk, but I wanted more of it, so I sucked harder. The more I drank, the foggier my head became.
"Mmph...! Pwah! I... I..."
All the anxieties I'd been holding down rose to the tip of my tongue—and then Se-ah noona's face surfaced in my mind.
Had I really locked my fears away? Had I kept people close just because I wanted to feel safe?
No. That wasn't it.
At first I had buried the anxiety, yes. But after I met my noona, there hadn't been any room left for fear. I'd stayed with her because I loved her, and the sense of safety had followed naturally from that.
"Let... go of me...!"
I pushed her away with arms that barely had any strength in them. She held on, reluctant to release me, then pulled my head flush against her chest one last time before finally letting go.
"Hah... hah...!"
"I'm starting to want you more and more..."
She said something, but I was too busy catching my breath to catch it.
I lay spread-eagle on the water, staring up at the pure white void while the surface lapped and receded around me. Strength gradually returned to my limbs, and I pushed myself up.
When I looked her way, she had covered her chest with the dress again and was watching me from her knees.
I started to tell her not to do that kind of thing, then thought better of it. She'd only ask what "that kind of thing" was and pull me in all over again.
"Where were we?"
I asked the floor, because looking at her brought the last few minutes rushing back. The ripples on the water trembled the same way my heart did.
"That my mother was the one who called you to this world?"
Right. That was what she'd said.
"Why? And I'll say this up front—I don't have any special talents."
"The standards of gods and humans are not the same."
She didn't look like she planned to elaborate on those standards. Better to ask what I actually wanted to know than waste time arguing.
"Where is this mother of yours? I'd like to know why she called me here..."
"She's already gone. Gods are omnipotent, but they are not immortal."
I... may have asked the wrong question.
"It's all right. Don't worry about it."
I lifted my head. There wasn't a trace of grief on her face. Like she'd said, their standards really were different from ours.
Well, she is a goddess. It'd be weirder if she were just like us.
Trying to understand a god with a human mind was a contradiction to begin with.
"Then do you know why your mother made that decision? I don't understand why she'd choose someone she'd never even met."
"Never met? After she doted on you that much?"
"What?"
When had I ever met her mother? The only possibility was when I crossed over into this world, but I'd just blacked out and woken up. I hadn't met a goddess. I hadn't even heard a voice.
"Do you remember the last cat you touched in your original world?"
She asked while I was still digging through my memories. Of course I remembered. That was the cat that had thrown a little paw-swipe at me. An elegant, people-friendly little thing. Adorable.
"That's right. That adorable little one was my mother—and the goddess who sent you to this world."
...Huh? So what did that mean?
I'd been petting a goddess on the head? Trying to feed her? Calling her cute?
My skull started to throb.
"You don't need to worry. If she'd considered it blasphemy, you'd already be dead."
She said something horrifying as if she were commenting on the weather. When she saw me freeze, her face flickered with a flash of oh no, and she came closer.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that... A-are you okay?"
Her voice was gentle, thick with concern as she checked on me. Both of her hands, however, were roaming all over my body.
The more I learned about her, the stronger the impression that she was a pervert. Was that just me?
"Hngh?!"
"Oh my? I made sure no weapons could come through. So what on earth is this...?"
She grabbed my cock through my pants and tilted her head. The words sounded puzzled, but her lips were curved in a deep, delighted arc.
What kind of goddess does this?!
I yanked her hand off and scrambled backward. I couldn't begin to guess what was going through her head.
And why is this happening?
Even in a situation like this, my cock was swelling without a shred of shame. I tried to adjust myself so it wouldn't show.
In the split second I looked away, the goddess who'd been standing in front of me vanished. I spun around, startled, but she wasn't there either.
I was edging backward, scanning every direction for where she might pop up next, when something warm and yielding pressed against my back—and my feet left the ground.
"W-wait! Put me down!!"
"Don't hate it so much. I just have a lot to talk about, so I was going to sit down. That's all."
Fortunately, she meant it. She really did just sit.
"Um. Could I sit down too?"
"Oh my? But you're already sitting. What do you mean?"
This woman was a complete snake!
She'd planted herself in a chair that had appeared out of nowhere and parked me on her lap, then had the nerve to pretend she didn't understand what I was asking. Infuriating. Of course, she was a goddess, so I wasn't about to pick a fight. What if she punished me?
"Sniff... haaah...♥"
"D-don't smell me! Can't you just tell me whatever it is you wanted to say?!"
She buried her face in the nape of my neck and inhaled until her lungs were full, then let it out. Every exhale sent a tremor through her body, like she'd just taken some kind of drug. It was terrifying.
"There's no need to rush. We have plenty of time."
"No, we don't! There's no time, so—kahah?!"
"Why do you hate it so much? Do you hate me?"
She clamped down on my thighs and asked in a low voice. It wasn't a question so much as a threat—the kind that said she wouldn't let it go if I gave her the wrong answer.
"You took my first time, and now you act like you can't stand me. What am I supposed to do with that?"
She sandwiched me between breasts that were nearly as big as my head. The dress plunged so deep that I could feel bare skin against both cheeks.
"Maybe I should just—!"
"Hngh!"
The hand on my thigh slid upward and closed around my cock.
"—kidnap you and take you to the celestial realm?"
"I-I'm sorry! I don't hate you, I just—mmph!"
"I don't want to hear it. I'm not so pathetic a goddess that I can't even read a single human's thoughts."
The hand that had been stroking me through my clothes slipped inside my pants and took hold of me directly.
"If I make you feel good like this, will you do as I say? Or do I have to keep going—keep milking you even if you cry and beg—before you'll listen?"
"I-I'll listen! I'll listen, so please...! Forgive me!"
She scraped a fingernail along the frenulum just behind the head, then used her other hand to tip my chin up. Our eyes met. She smiled, bright and sweet.
"You'll really do as I say?"
"Yes! I'll listen, so please just stop...!"
"Then call me Mom."
What?
She was a goddess and she wanted me to call her that? Not even noona—Mom? Was a human even allowed to address a goddess that way?
The thoughts flickered through my head, but this was not the time to dwell on them. If calling her Mom would get me out of this even a second faster, what did it matter?
"M-Mom! Please! Get your hand off me!"
"Hehe. Hehehe! Good boy. Then from now on, Mom will call you Dan-woo, okay?"
She let me go with a look of deep satisfaction. I tried to scramble off her lap, but my legs gave out and I went down.
"Are you all right? Why don't you just stay on Mom's lap?"
"I-I'm fine! I can get up."
I planted my hands on the floor and pushed myself up slowly. She watched me, then flicked her fingers, and a table and another chair appeared.
"Hah..."
Finally. I could sit by myself. I let out a breath and reached for the table as I stepped toward the chair—and the chair slid away by exactly as much as I'd moved.
"Huh?"
I stepped closer again. It receded by the same distance.
I turned my head. She was beaming at me, all sunshine and smiles.
"What are you doing?"
"You promised to call me Mom, didn't you? This is your punishment for breaking that promise."
"When did I break any promise?"
I hadn't done anything of the sort, and I told her so. This was obviously just her throwing a fit because I'd gotten out of her arms.
"See? You did it again."
"No, what are you even—"
"I already told you Mom can read your mind."
...Was I supposed to call her Mom in my head, too?
"Of course you are."
"Hah... Fine. I get it. Just let me sit down already, Mom."
"Good."
The chair finally drifted back in front of me, and I sat. I was exhausted, and we hadn't even started the actual conversation. If it weren't for her—no, for Mom's—pranks, we'd have been done already.
"So what did you call me here to tell me? And where is this place, anyway?"
"You certainly took your time asking."
I almost shot back that it was because she'd been messing with me the whole time, then swallowed it. She laughed like she found something hilarious. She'd probably read that thought too.
"This is the world inside our Dan-woo's dreams. Gods can't exert a direct influence on the human realm, you see."
"Are there a lot of gods? Other ones besides you, Mom..."
"Why? Curious about gods other than Mom?"
The light vanished from her eyes, and her voice turned as cold as ice.
"Don't worry about other gods. All you need to look at is Mom."
She'd been acting possessive from the start, but now she was going full yandere. Was that a joke too? Just in case it wasn't, I hurried to smooth things over. I did not want to deal with the aftermath.
"That's not it. Your mother was a goddess, and you're a goddess, so I was just wondering if there were others. That's all."
"...Really? I can trust you?"
"Of course."
The light slowly returned to her eyes, and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.
"Dan-woo is mine. One day I'll take him to the celestial realm and make him Mom's very own..."
She muttered it fast and low, then lifted her head. After a few pointed coughs, she spoke again.
"Shall Mom tell you why she came looking for Dan-woo, then?"
At last, we were getting to the actual point.