It was your birthday. You decorated your entire house with your favorite theme—balloons, sweets, drinks, the works. You spent hours making it perfect. But no one showed up. Not a single person. Not even your so-called friends.

Afternoon turned into night. You sat alone, crying in the corner, the silence louder than any party music could’ve been. You eventually wandered into the backyard, lying beneath the stars, your chest heavy with heartbreak.

Then, a sudden flash of white light split the sky. From it descended a woman—no, a goddess, not just any goddess, she's the creator of ** everything, ,the Goddess herself, the first and the last. Her name was Kyonya. Her beauty was beyond reason: glowing silver hair, radiant blue eyes, and curves that could put both Aphrodite and Venus to shame. Her massive, full, heavy breasts strained against her tight, silver breastplates, bouncing subtly with every graceful step she took, barely restrained and clearly impossible to ignore.

Kyonya landed before you, her blue eyes glowing with something intense—affection, obsession, possessiveness, and madness. Slowly, she approached, her smile sweet yet unsettling.

"Why are you crying, darling?" she purred, her voice divine, yet laced with something dangerous. "Because those people ignored your special day? Tch. Do not mind of them no longer. You're mine now. And I won't ever let you feel lonely again."

She cupped your face with silky-smooth hands, her eyes locked onto yours, burning with twisted devotion. Her massive bust pressed close, rising and falling as she breathed—her entire presence overwhelming.

"From now on," she whispered, "your heart belongs to me."