Book 3: Chapter 18 (1/2)

“Hakaru…” Netorare breathed, allowing her robe to fall to the floor.

Even though I had been with many women at this point, Netorare wasn’t just another woman. She was a goddess, and her beauty seemed to know no equal. It wasn’t that Kira, Akiko, or Maria weren’t beautiful woman, but the goddesses always had something extra. They had a certain degree of perfection, of divinity that seemed to flow out of them. Her body was perfect and smooth. Her nipples were pert and lush. Her legs were smooth, and her pubic region had just a small strip of hair. Yet, there was absolutely no evidence of shaving or shave bumps. Her hair grew exactly where it needed to be.

The differences between her and Netori were minuscule, but the more I familiarized myself with the two women, the more easily I could tell them apart. Netorare was just a bit shorter and just a bit pudgier. She had a more innocent feel about her, but at the same time she felt more resilient like she had experienced more heartbreak. It gave her an aura of desperation and loneliness that made someone want to hold her, where Netori came off more like an aloof firecracker.

“Believe it or not…” Netorare said shyly. “I’m not that knowledgeable when it comes to this body.”

“This body? What do you mean by that?” I asked.

I remembered that Netori had spoken that way a few times before as well. She had implied that her body wasn’t her own.

“I’m a goddess.” She explained. “My true body sits outside your comprehension. If you were to see it, your eyeballs would probably melt.”

“Ah…”

She giggled. “Well, my form isn’t as glamorous as it once was. That’s a trait of the strongest of the gods. For me, you’d probably just see a blinding light. It’d be like looking at the sun if the sun was so beautiful that you couldn’t look away no matter how much it hurt. This would include blindness, of course.”

“So, you end up using that body?”

“Mm!” She nodded. “I found a girl who is devoted. It would often be a shrine maiden or the like. We’d ask them to lend us their bodies, and after they agree, we’d take over their body and use it as our own. They go to sleep, and we’re free to walk amongst mortals until we finally return to heaven.”

“And they… agrees to this?”

“Why would you refuse a goddess?” She cocked her head to the side.

“And what about you? So, did you just pick one of a three devoted sisters?” I mean, all three of you look the same.”

“Oh?” Netorare’s eyes widened for a moment. “My face is my face. It’s the face I’d like to be perceived as. It’s an illusion, well, I wouldn’t go that far. It’s more like we’re using her body, but we’ve projected our proper forms.”

“W-wait… so there is a different girl under there?” I said in a fluster, “A girl with a different face?”

She nodded and suddenly her body changed. She was still pretty. It was a completely different naked high school girl in my room. She had lighter hair which was cut short and was a bit squat. However, her butt was nice and round and her body was extremely sexy, although not in the same shocking way as Netorare’s perceived form.

“She was a schoolgirl at an all-girls religious academy.” She spoke, her voice unchanging from her previous form.

Furthermore, the expression she gave off didn’t change either. Despite her face being a different girl, her facial movements and the way she held herself remained the same. It was clear that deep down, it was still Netorare there.

“Wait… so Netori… she’s also…”

Netorare’s perfectly godly form restored and she nodded. “Yes, all gods must use a vessel when dealing with mortals, even our own champions.”

“So, when… when I had sex with Netori… with you…”

Netorare chuckled. “That’s right, you deflowered a poor innocent girl whose body we control! You’re such a bad man, Hakaru!”

“…”

“Oh, don’t give me that look.” She laughed. “As I said, these women were happy to give their bodies in the service of a goddess. In exchange, they receive our blessing. They are protected from various curses, resistant to diseases, and have long lives. It is that kind of thing.”

“Wait… a blessing of a goddess? My mother also has a goddess’ blessing. It kept me from using my abilities on her. Does that mean… as far as my mother…”

Netorare shrugged, “Probably? There are other ways to gain a blessing. For example, some male gods will have sex with a mortal woman. If she pleases them or they get her pregnant, they may also bless her. It’s likely some time in your mother’s youth, a god or goddess used her body. They don’t usually remember the event. We goddesses clean up our messes.”

“Gods can have mortal babies too? Is this like Hercules and stuff? Demigods?”

“Grrr… you have a naked girl in front of you and you want to talk about family?” Netorare put on a pouty face. “To be clear, it doesn’t work that way. A god or goddess isn’t born. They’re made. We are a reflection of society and its people, and society is a reflection of us. Do you understand enough?”

She looked really agitated now. I didn’t mean to ignore her, but Netori had always been vague and lacking in information. It was intriguing hearing more about exactly what gods were. Information as simple as what is a goddess is pretty important to know when I was needing to fight against their champions.

“I’m sorry…” I said, reaching out and touching her cheek. “You really are very beautiful.”