God's Plan (1)
A cozy pond brimming with a pleasant fragrance. Or was it a fountain? The Fountain of Life was pretty damn spacious. It devoured nearly the entire apartment living room, leaving just the path to the bedrooms and the kitchen. If we sat around it in a circle, ten people could fit without issue.
That reminded me of a painting I'd seen once—some lake or pond where women were bathing, and a lone male knight shows up. What was that picture again? I think it was a scene from Arthurian legend. Not sure if they were women or fairies; memory's fuzzy. Anyway, that's what popped into my head. Here, in this house. Our place and the apartment next door. My Shrine.
If there were a bunch of people? Wouldn't be bad at all, right? Groups of three or five chatting, playing board games, cooking something tasty, eating... and when I walk by, they bow and say, "Lord God." The Fountain of Life works too. It's big enough for multiple people to use. Imagine a crowd hopping in for a bath, splashing around. Any water splashes? Ushabti handle the cleanup. Slippery floor? Tell an Ushabti to spread some sand around the fountain—no problem.
Sounds good, doesn't it? Especially—no, definitely all women. I pictured it: ten naked women. Or maybe just draped in sheer, flowing fabric that clings transparently to their bodies, filling this house. Women worshiping me with their bodies, packed in here... ...Just imagining it was enough.
Sitting next to Yeonsu, she leaned into me with a soft slide. Warm body heat in the lukewarm water. Holding her always felt good.
"What do you think?"
"Huh?"
"About what I said earlier."
The state of those aunties and uncles. Worse than when I first met Yeonsu and Hyeyoon, if anything—no way it was better. Dog masks hid the smell, but that barn? Reeked like dog shit, I was sure. All of them skin and bones, totally withered.
"One thing I didn't mention: they all seemed eager to come my way."
"Mm... What do you think, Lord? Can you take them in?"
"Hm."
My house. My fucking house. I smashed the walls of an empty place and claimed it. Mine. I glanced around. An Ushabti was mopping a corner—some stubborn grime, probably. Two apartments merged made it spacious; ten people living here seemed fine. Worst case, expand more. Problem was, expanding cost a shit-ton of coins. But coins? Zombies outside were coin farms. Just sweep 'em up. Only took time.
But there was an issue. I didn't mind a crowd in my house—long as no men. All women. Collection teams were mixed, though. Can't just say "women only"; too harsh. Could be couples, families. Didn't know their ties, but ripping them apart felt wrong. So I'd have to take men too, but I didn't want them here.
"...Gonna need to think this over a lot."
"Yeah."
"Look at this place. Too big for just us three, right? But other families moving in? Hm... Feels awkward, somehow."
"Mm... Is it that?"
"Huh?"
"Hyeyoon and I are your devotees, right?"
"Yeah. My followers, my women, and I'll hold you forever."
I pulled Yeonsu close, groped her breast, kissed her. Still felt like a first love. Voice and speech soft like that. But her body molded to mine when held, eyes screaming I'm yours. That gap? Irresistible.
"A difference between devotees and non-devotees?"
Spot on.
"...Yeah. That's it."
Devotees? Women only.
Sudden idea. I snapped my fingers.
"Ushabti."
"Ushabtv."
The one mopping dropped its rag and approached.
"Can you make jewelry or something?"
"Ushabtv."
It clasped its hands. They morphed into a square stone box. Sand swirled from around, absorbed into its feet. The box crumbled to sand, and in its hands: a golden bracelet. Not a modern style—wide, intricate chains woven with bold engravings.
"...No way that's real gold?"
"Ushabtv."
"How?"
"Ushabtv."
"Can't understand. Say it so I get it."
It froze. Then raised a fist, hand shifting forms. A wide slab appeared with figurines—like Egyptian wall paintings, side profiles. Ah, someone died. A man with a thick headdress. People around him holding tools. Scene shifted: mummified man in a sarcophagus, surrounded by Ushabti statues. Boxes nearby with jewelry and tools.
So, Ushabti served dead kings, guarded their tombs' treasures.
"You got stuff like that inside you?"
"Ushabtv."
Good enough for yes.
"...Fucking wild."
"Whoa... Real gold?"
"Seems so. Thought maybe it could shape sand or stone into simple trinkets since its hands transform. But this guy's got more skills than I figured."
I took the bracelet and slipped it on Yeonsu's wrist. Perfect fit.
"Not too heavy?"
"Whoa... First bracelet like this. Yeah? A bit."
"Hyeyoon! C'mere!"
"Yesss."
Hyeyoon toddled over in panties and tee—cameltoe fully visible. Naked was great, but that subtle outline? Killer.
"Ushabti. One more bracelet."
Snap. Hand to stone box, sand rush. Grabbed Hyeyoon's hand, clasped it on, clicked shut.
"...Wow. What's this?"
"Gold bracelet, I think. World's ended, money's worthless, so gold's value's moot. But in peacetime? I'd be loaded with this skill."
"Ahaha. So pretty."
"Get in."
"Eep, I'm dressed."
"Clothes and all."
Pulled her hand; she hopped in obediently. Sat her beside me, yanked off her panties, wrung them out, tossed them. Ushabti snatched and headed to the washer.
Held the two women close, one on each side. Fingers savoring the plump, soft feel between their thighs.
Back when Mom and Dad died, living with Grandpa—he said kid-me cried a lot for them. He'd tell archaeology stories from his field. Still remember: Egyptian women had ranks; top was "God's Wife." Queens or such, near-king power. Pharaohs were living gods, so wives as God's Wives? Logical.
Other ranks too, but only that stuck—others sounded like gibberish.
"You're God's Wives."
Yeonsu and Hyeyoon stared.
"Highest devotee rank. My followers will grow. Lead them well as my wives."
"...You're taking in the collection team?"
"Thinking on it. Accepting them means war with their group. War means slaughtering their enemies. Don't wanna butcher normal humans if I can help it. God's no bully. If they come at me? Different story."
"Yup. You're God."
They leaned in, bracelets gleaming happily.
Growing devotees need ranks. This chat? Pretty important.
"But Lord?"
"Yeah?"
"God's Wife means... we're married?"
Yeonsu grinned mischievously; Hyeyoon giggled at her face.
"Highest rank's God's Wife. But nah, not much different. I'll impregnate you; you'll bear my kids."
"Eek?"
Yeonsu faked shock—half playful, half really? Hyeyoon's eyes widened. I cracked up.
"Raw-creampied you forever—thought no pregnancy? Planned it from the start."
"...Even with God... we get pregnant?"
Huh. Serious question? Wait. Me too, curious now. I'm a god. Tome of Ruin dwells in me. Can I impregnate? Still human body?
"...Let's test it."
Pulled Yeonsu onto my lap. She "Ah"d, pushed lightly, but settled happily. This girl—soon as she's on me, hips grind front-back, rubbing us. Habit? ...From all the lap-fucks; automatic now. Puhaha. Perfect. Becoming my woman flawlessly.
Hyeyoon read the mood, pressed close. Subtle eye signals between them. Nice vibe.
"God's Wives indeed."
Meeting them at the convenience store? God's masterstroke. Uhahaha.