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(GTSGIR) Ch 7: The One Who Seeks Strength, Body Exploration Of A Fragile Race!
🕑 Added 2025-08-12 04:11:33 +0000 UTCSolace stood in the silent sprawl of the void, her white robes drifting lazily in the weightlessness of space. She didn't need to move to see—her senses stretched far beyond the fabric of space itself. Her gaze reached out across the great gulf, past ribbons of stardust and entire solar clusters, until it found her elder sister.
Arabella was exactly as she expected—hovering over her little marble of a planet, toying with it like a trinket she couldn't decide to keep or crush. Solace didn't have to count to know Arabella had gone through countless worlds by now. She didn't know the exact number—maybe no one did—but she knew for certain it was far fewer than the ones she herself had destroyed and remade.
She lowered her eyes to the emerald shimmer of the planet beneath her feet. Her thousandth creation. The thought should have brought her satisfaction, but instead it made her smirk faintly at the irony. She'd always been the impatient one. The one who didn't suffer weakness. And every time she built something, it seemed to carry that flaw—fragility, fragility, fragility—until she couldn't resist the urge to shatter it.
But something had shifted as time passed. She found herself waiting longer. Holding back. Watching instead of snuffing out.
It was all because of him.
Her father.
The thought alone warmed her chest, sending a faint, uncharacteristic blush across her cheeks. She still remembered his voice, deep and steady, telling her that strength wasn't in destroying what was weaker—it was in letting it grow. And maybe, just maybe, that was why this thousandth planet was still spinning.
She tilted her head, a rare softness touching her lips. Why couldn't they all be more like Daddy?
"Maybe..." she murmured to herself, "...maybe I should have them make another statue of Daddy." The idea tugged at her lips in a faint smile. "Even though it would be their one hundredth..."
Her voice trailed off.
From the corner of her awareness, movement.
She blinked and turned her gaze back toward the her green planet. Tiny specks of light, ascended towards her massive body in groups
Solace straightened, the shift in her posture sending her robes drifting wider in the void. Her blush faded into something cooler, more resolute.
"I guess it's time," she said softly, and the words disappeared into the endless, waiting dark.
She watched with a smirk on her face as the lights took on the all to familiar forms of space crafts each holding countless citizens that belonged to her planet.
Solace watched as the speck sized crafts flew closer and closer to her body, and with care she positioned her body, as if she where lying on an invisible cushion in the void.
The very void of space held up her upper back, allowing her to lean against the nothingness, siting up in a comfortable position. She watched with a smile on her face as the space crafts lowered themselves onto her bare stomach, and with that same smirk she began to undress the white robes allowing them to float into space, far away from her green planet so that it wouldn't cause any damage.
"It's time." She said as her speck sized citizens began to leave the craft, walking onto her toned stomach that was a mile long plain of flesh to them. "Prove yourself."
They spilled out of the ships like streams of glittering dust, each one so small that even together they looked like little more than a shimmer against her white skin. From their perspective, however, her body stretched endlessly in every direction—warm terrain beneath their feet, the faint rise and fall of her breathing like slow-moving tectonic plates.
Solace let her head tilt back slightly, She could barely feel them. Thousands of their tiny footsteps were barely even able to stimulate even one of her nerves.
"Go." She said her voice low and commanding.
They moved orderly, scattering in squads as they moved to their designated zones.
They knew their tasks well, she would give them that. The tiny workers carried their miniature tools for polishing and scrubbing. They would work in unison like a living tide, that was their best chance when it came to surviving the harsh environment that was her body.
Solace watches as group began to approach the subtle curve of her navel, their formation moving like a ring around it. She couldn't help but giggle a little as she watched from up above as these little specks looked like dirt around her navel, she almost wanted to swipe them away.
She concentrated her vision and watched as the little things began to line up in a single file line, and began to jump one by one deep inside her navel. Her smile only grew wider as she thought how many would actually survive.
Her vision shifted to the others that trekked along the faint lines between her muscles, careful to clear away the dust and minuscule particles that clung to the edges of the deep crevices of her skin, they would climb her most minuscule hairs washing them one by one.
She let out a faint, approving hum, the sound rumbling through her body like distant thunder to the ones atop and in between her toes. A few stumbled and fell into the void of space as she wiggled her toes. They looked cute almost, clinging to her flesh before regaining their footing.
Amused she could feel the tickling of those that had made it to her armpits. She slightly lifted up her arm and watched as their little people struggled against the massive sweat drops against her flesh.
"Don't miss a single spot," she said softly, her voice traveling through the airless void in ways that still reached them. "Every inch must be perfect."
From her collarbone down to the lower plains of her abdomen, they moved in glimmering rivers, cleaning between the smallest contours of her body as though the work were holy. A few daring ones even began their descent toward her vagina, ready to navigate the treacherous cavern of their goddesses insides.
Solace rested one hand lazily along her hip, the gesture casual but calculated—giving them full access while silently reminding them who they served. Somewhere deep inside, she enjoyed their devotion even though they were still such weaklings.
And in her mind, one thought lingered: If they perform well enough... perhaps I'll let this planet see another century.
"Train well." She said with a small laugh. "Train and becoming stronger, all for my amusement."
