Becoming a Male (1)
Becoming a Male (1)
The sky.
Cronus placed an island in the sky and resides there, but he lives in a cave.
He is the god of agriculture, overseeing the fundamental provision of sustenance for all living beings—gods, humans, and everything in between.
The gods fear Cronus simply because of his power.
Humans, too, fear Cronus's power.
But the direction of that fear differs.
If the gods fear Cronus himself—the being who wields overwhelming might—then humans fear the divine power itself, the power that can turn a year's harvest into famine with a single gesture.
From the perspective of mere specks of life, be it Cronus, Gaia, or Rhea, they are all objects of terror and dread just the same.
That is why humans dare not think of offending the gods' moods.
Especially not Cronus.
"Hmm..."
Cronus looked down upon the earth and stroked his beard.
From within the cave, the surface was clearly visible, and he surveyed it for any existence that might pose a threat to him.
But no such existence was in sight.
The threat had now completely vanished.
The "Children of Usurpation" cursed by Gaia were six in total, and he had already devoured all six of his children.
Still, he had a conscience of sorts, so rather than killing them, he imprisoned them in his stomach, reducing them from their infant states back into something akin to tiny beads. No matter how great a god, killing his own offspring could incur the discontent of the other gods.
He hadn't killed them.
He merely kept them from growing, trapping them inside his body.
"...Ugh."
But after swallowing the sixth, a burning thirst consumed him.
Rhea.
She no longer resisted him.
"Forcing a woman who wrings out juice is the real fun, though..."
Cronus turned his eyes to the surface.
As luck would have it.
There, unclothed women were playing in a spring like nymphs, splashing in the water.
Stirring.
Cronus leaped from the sky to the earth in a single bound.
* * *
Thwack, thwack, thwack.
I struck the scarecrow with a wooden sword.
Mindlessly, without a single stray thought, I hit the scarecrow with the wooden sword.
"...Hehehe."
I couldn't hold back my laughter.
I got a handjob from a big-breasted nymph!
'I'm so happy I could diiiiiie!'
Thwack thwack thwack!
Amalthea was definitely a woman who knew things.
She'd only pretended not to know because she was too embarrassed to admit her knowledge of sex.
But what is a woman supposed to do when the divine son destined to kill Cronus complains his dick feels like it's going to burst?
Tap tap tap.
She wetted my cock with the trickling spring water and gave me a handjob. The cold water mingled with her warm hand as it slid back and forth, and before I knew it, I had let it all out.
The first ejaculation of my life.
Sure, I ended up spurting semen into a spring instead of a woman's vagina or body, but it was still infinitely better than moving my own hand up and down in pitiful solitude and finishing into a tissue.
That was why I couldn't concentrate on my training.
'Just a little more and she'll be ready.'
The moment Amalthea's guard drops a little further, I'll grab her and drive it in, thwack thwack, from on top.
The Zeus inside me is howling.
A wet nurse?
What's the problem?
Is a wet nurse not a woman?
If she were just an ordinary goat and not a nymph with goat horns, I would have reluctantly pulled one out with the help of my right hand on that moonlit night in the forest.
But the hand that drew out my first ejaculation was not my own—it was Amalthea's hand.
Not a goat's hand; she was simply a nymph with goat horns on her head.
One single curiosity.
'How does a nymph's pussy feel?'
Would it be exactly the same as an ordinary human's?
Or, fitting for a relative of elves, would it be so slick and meltingly soft that my cock would just dissolve away?
And if a nymph had an even more delicious pussy than an ordinary woman, then how delicious would a goddess be?
"...Heh."
Just thinking about it sends a thrill through me.
Until the age of the gods reaches its twilight as I become Zeus, I will sleep with women.
If just a handjob makes my heart pound this fiercely, imagining what it feels like to have a woman use her mouth or to be buried inside one makes Zeus down there tingle and thunder as if stirring up lightning.
"Don't hold back, Jupiter within me."
Though I died while having sex, sex itself was never the mistake.
I've realized once again that it was the target of that sex that was the problem.
Why?
Boom!
I swung the wooden sword lightly.
But what in the world happened.
The scarecrow's head exploded instantly, and the wooden sword shattered.
"...Hehe."
I already gained confidence in myself after receiving that handjob from Amalthea.
Whether it was thanks to the divine body of Zeus, or because the flood of male hormones from my secondary sexual characteristics fully exploded thanks to the handjob—
"I've gotten stronger."
I grew stronger from getting a handjob from Amalthea.
All I did was ejaculate semen.
All it took was a woman's hand placed over mine.
All it took was a woman pressing her body against me from behind and getting me off.
In a situation like this, how could I possibly refuse sex?
The one sad thing is that on this vast island of Crete, there is only one woman.
"Sniff."
Tears naturally well up.
The women I have seen so far are only two.
Amalthea.
And my grandmother Gaia.
'Did Zeus also impregnate Gaia?'
I don't know.
But he probably did.
Among all the women in Greek mythology, the ones Zeus didn't impregnate or ravish can be counted on one hand.
I remember that one anecdote.
I know there was a case where Zeus, in an excessively good mood, swore on the River Styx to grant one wish, and because the woman asked to keep her virginity, he couldn't have her.
I don't remember her name, but if that day ever comes, I will definitely bed her.
'That's for later. For now, let's focus on the woman in front of me.'
Amalthea.
The woman who raised me since I was a baby.
It's time to repay that kindness.
"No matter how much of a nymph she is... she can't resist a huge-cocked shota pretty boy."
If she resists, I'll acknowledge it.
But she already proved with her own actions that she can't resist.
—Jupiter, this is called an erection. It's a natural physiological phenomenon for males...
If she had treated me purely as a wet nurse, as an educator raising a hero, she would have just explained what an erection is and under what circumstances it occurs.
But instead of grabbing a rod of discipline, she grabbed my fleshy rod.
A woman in the know got me off?
"...Hehe, how should I best go about fucking her?"
I've already thought through every single way I'm going to ravish Amalthea.
All that remains is putting it into practice and fastening that first button properly.
'She went to pray to the Earth Mother Goddess, so she should be back soon.'
She probably went to repent.
No matter how innocent and pure a boy I may seem, she still grabbed Gaia's grandson's cock and gave him a handjob. Thinking it a sacrilege in itself, she's likely confessing her sins right now.
"So... then..."
There are two beds in the cave.
Mine, and Amalthea's.
"...Starting today, one bed is enough."
Crack.
Truly, this is the day a wet nurse becomes a wedded wife.
* * *
Whoosh.
Cold waterfall water pours down.
Beneath the falls, Amalthea began murmuring something.
"I have to calm myself... He's a child you raised like your own son..."
Who is she talking to?
Is she repeating it to herself?
"O great Mother of the Earth. I... dared, upon your descendant, upon the hero who will save the world..."
Or perhaps she is confessing to the Earth Mother Goddess, who entrusted her with this task?
"S-Stop it..."
Whoosh.
The waterfall continued to pelt her entire body.
But try as she might, Amalthea could not cool the heat in her body.
Whenever his body had touched her, her body had reacted sensitively, as if an electric current were crackling through her.
Why?
He's just a blond-haired boy.
Just a pure, innocent child who knows nothing of 'sex.'
How should she teach sex to a child like that?
Amalthea was terribly afraid.
That her teaching might unknowingly give rise to something strange.
Jupiter.
Zeus.
He is the child of Rhea and Cronus, but the blood of Cronus—and Uranus before him—also runs through his veins.
No matter that he is Rhea's child, what will happen when a child who carries the blood of that Cronus truly awakens to sex?
Perhaps she has opened a door that should never have been opened.
She was simply terrified.
The child was far too innocent, and precisely because of that, there was a greater chance he would become all the more obsessed with sex.
What if he becomes consumed by lust, crazed by sex, and turns into 'the son of Cronus'?
What if word spreads far and wide that the father and child are one and the same?
Will the world remain under Cronus's rule, and must Rhea continue to live in agony, watching her children be devoured by him?
"...No."
Amalthea rose to her feet.
The cold from standing under the waterfall had sharpened her mind.
"I just have to teach him right."
Though the start was a mistake.
Having already taught him how to use his hands, there was no going back to how things were before.
Masturbation.
She had already taught him the act of self-relief, so now all she had to do was teach him how to masturbate in a healthy direction.
—Older sister, can't you... do that thing for me again...?
"Ah...!"
Splash, splash.
Amalthea struck the innocent spring water with the soles of her feet, trying to quell the heat within her.
'No, get a hold of yourself! He's a child of the gods!'
A noble and radiant being that a lowly goat nymph like herself dared not touch.
The Earth Mother Goddess entrusted the child to her out of trust, and if she ended up committing an act like Cronus herself, she would have no right to ever set foot on the earth again.
"Yes. I just have to teach him a healthy way to masturbate."
Amalthea soothed herself and returned home.
Calling it home was generous; it was still a cave blessed by Gaia, hidden deep within the earth to escape the sky's sight. But this was the space where she had lived all this time.
But then.
"Huh...?"
"O-Older sister...!"
Jupiter was crying 'naked.'
Red-eyed and tearful, he was sobbing, not knowing what to do.
"W-What is this...?"
"I, hic, I was trying to move the bed and then...!"
"Ah...!"
The bed was broken.
The stone slab that formed the frame had split.
"How did this happen?"
"I-I kept getting annoyed and kicked it...! I'm sorry, older sister. I messed up."
Jupiter looked deeply crestfallen.
Amalthea wore a kind smile and buried Jupiter's face against her chest, patting him gently.
"It's okay, it's okay. You're not hurt, are you?"
"!!"
Jupiter suddenly shoved Amalthea away with both hands.
The force was so strong that Amalthea immediately landed hard on her backside.
"Ju-Jupiter?!"
But more surprising than the fall itself was the fact that he had pushed her away.
"Uh, ugh...!"
Jupiter was even more shocked.
"I-I'm sorry, older sister...!"
"Why would you suddenly...!"
"B-But...!"
Face twisting in distress, Jupiter pointed downward.
"When I get close to you, my willy does it again...!!"
Slowly.
Amalthea stared, entranced, at Jupiter's member growing larger and larger.
A god's cock.
A cock flowing with divine blood that a nymph could never dare covet.
The irrefutable proof that Jupiter is a 'god.'
"Does... it hurt again?"
"Yeah..."
"...Then older sister will calm it down for you."
"Older sister. I..."
Jupiter spread his legs and pointed at what was below.
"With your mouth... do it for me again."
"..."