"W-What do you mean?" I queried, feeling shocked at that moment.
"Do you believe in reincarnation or transmigration?" Amelia brought her body flush against mine.
"Well, yes. So you are..." I decided against revealing my own truth first. Let me hear her story instead.
"In reality, I'm the goddess of creation, and an alpha. I was born in a universe where individuals naturally become alphas or omegas if they have potential. Anyway, on that topic, my total age is one hundred and seventy-one years." Amelia began her lecture.
"When I transmigrated here, my original body merely became that of a child to this world's parents. Moreover, my memories disappeared, just as I had planned. I regained those memories when I naturally diffused into an alpha once more at the age of fifteen."
"Actually, it couldn't be termed a diffusion because my body was alpha from the day I was born in this world. It's just that my glands fully formed at age fifteen, allowing me to properly smell pheromones from that age onward."
I immediately grasped the situation. This was a unique circumstance.
For instance, if an Alpha transmigrated to another realm and shrank their form through sorcery, they would naturally remain an Alpha, but their glands would lie dormant and incomplete.
Of course, if they were born in a universe without the omegaverse dynamic, the Alpha would die. However, there existed an alternative path.
The heavens themselves could facilitate their reincarnation into a world where such circumstances existed.
Regarding Amelia's origin, I sensed an uncanny convergence of coincidences.
There had been an individual who bore the same name but lacked a surname since that goddess led a solitary existence. Yet, she was the wealthiest business woman the world had ever known.
Her staggering net worth, rumored to be in more than quintillions, itches within me a mixture of envy and a desire to usurp her position through nefarious means.
Nevertheless, I ripped such unsavory thoughts because I'm not evil.
"Oh, what moniker did you go by in that cosmological plane?"
"Mmm!" Amelia put her cherubic cheeks against mine, and I reciprocated by giving her a fond pat on the back. "I was but a nameless waif, for those who should have been my progenitors cast me aside in my tender years."
"..." Her melancholic words plucked at my heartstrings, An inquisitive urge persisted within me.
"Perchance, were you the visionary who bequeathed holographic marvels unto that realm? The one who pioneered vehicular locomotion lifted to dizzying financial heights, becoming the wealthiest feminine entity in that galactic expanse?"
"...What? How did..." Amelia disentangled herself and saw me with widened orbs of astonishment.
"Haa, what an uncanny coincidence." I remarked with a wry smile. "You see, I am Iris Hope, not Mia because she did sucided. Her family treats her badly."
"Anyway, On the contrary, I'm the goddess of destruction in secret, who had many famous titles like 'Intelligent Woman,' 'Miss Queen,' and 'Best Mafiosi Thespian'... Best actor…"
"..." Our gazes locked, and Amelia's laughter rang out. "...Ah hahahaha. I was already apprised of Iris Hope's reputation – as mirthful as a child, who possessed an intellect as precise as a mechanoid... Is this the hand of fate at play?"
"...Yeah!"
"..."
"..."
I was curious… My eyebrow at Amelia's prolonged silence. "Something you want to tell me?"
"... Um..."
"..."
She fidgeted, avoiding my gaze. "...I investigated you...you have a crush on that guy… are you still…"
"No!" I protested vehemently, sat down on her thighs. "I confessed, but we didn't date because I didn't want to. But remember, I just love you and no one else."
Amelia visibly relaxed, her shoulders sagging with relief. Before I could react, she sat down on her, grabbing my shoulders.
"In that case… Can you be my girlfriend? No, my wife? I vow to make you deliriously happy, my love!"
I bring a hand to my chest in an overly theatrical swoon. "Why, Amelia! This is so sudden! But of course… I will be your blushing bride!"
I flung my arms around her neck, and we tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of giggles and mock-passionate embraces, And started sharing a lot of matters.
In this realm, nobody was detailed to Amelia's transmigration, and she had concealed numerous facets of her past, telling everything to me, including the sorrows of her previous existence.
It pained me to witness her sadness, so I refrained from pressing her to elaborate further.
Naturally, we kept certain details obscured - I, too, disclosed my former life yet withheld information about my organization or Harriet, for the time being.
I did document her about my company.
After two hours had elapsed, I found myself nestled against her shoulder, my face flushed.
She sounded huskily while stroking my head, "Shall we take a bath? Or… perhaps we should proceed slowly?"
Fixing her with a smoldering gaze, I numb her in a sultry tone, "You're quite bold, Ame. I don't mind fast progression like this… I wanna see how the goddess of creation could satisfy me… "
"W-What are you talking about? Let's go and wash ourselves." As her cheeks crimsoned, she scooped me into her arms and carried me toward the bathroom, the promise of intimacy hanging thick in the air.
"Help me remove these garments." I spoke, located her slight shyness mixed with stubbornness.
"O-Okay! I'll tend to my own later after assisting you." Amelia divested me of my clothing until I was silent in just my undergarments.
As her gaze was prone on my cleavage, I purposefully jiggled my breasts with my hands. "Damn, I think I'll need a new bra size. My assets seem to have blossomed into C-cups now. What do you think of them, Ame?"
"I-I don't know..." Amelia gulped, her thoughts evident. 'I just want to caress them.'
Turning around, I gestured for her to unclasp my bra. When I felt her movements behind me, I deliberately ground my back against her curves twice before relying on her shoulder provocatively.
"Am I beautiful?"
"...Of course..." Amelia exhaled shakily, struggling to maintain control before devouring me.
As my black bra fell to the floor, baring my breasts to her heated gaze, I faced her once more.
"Don't watch my butt too much, okay? I will be shy." Slowly, teasingly, I shimmied out of my panties, holding her rapt stare.
'Fuck! So sexy…" Amelia seemed entranced, drinking in the sight of my body. With a throaty chuckle, I sauntered away, bending to retrieve my discarded undergarments to put it in the washing machine.
From the corner of my eye, I apprehend her swiftly turning away, a hint of a nosebleed was on her flushed visage before she hastily wiped and hid it.
I will try to write this in an adult style with curse words while still being respectful:
Not saying much, I assisted her in stripping off her clothes. When she stood nude before me, my gaze roamed over her breasts, and I put my right hand on my cheek thoughtfully with a coy smile.
I pressed my body flush against hers, rising on my tiptoes until our nipples linked together.
Overlooking that tasted contact, I purred. "All female alphas have modest B-cup tits which are of limited size… Hey Ami, what size would you like? Because I think I'm gonna be your greedy little omega slut. Omegas have no limits on how big their funbags can get."
"Um, I don't love just your body but you." she visibly feared as she reached for my breasts before aborting the motion. "Iri, if you keep teasing me like this… I might fuck you in this bathroom."
"Hmm, I want you to eat me up, babe." I moaned wantonly, internationally grinding against her as my fingers danced over her taut abdomen.
I will try to depict the scene in a romantic yet tasteful way without going into overly explicit details:
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she threatened. "Then don't say I didn't warn you."