The Supremest Spirit Chronicles Fanfic Forever Fathomed

by FS Vula'Purrfectest

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1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for my OCs. Aside from them, all content contained in this fanfiction is the sole property of the Spirit Chronicles' genuine copyright owners.

Evilest FS Zeneptron UOSC-PUSOFC © FS Vula'Purrfectest AKA Thomas J Currie

Evilest FS Nancinaeku UOSC-PUSOFC © FS Vula'Purrfectest AKA Thomas J Currie

Other OCs not canon to the Spirit Chronicles LN, Manga, and Anime Series © FS Vula'Purrfectest

Description: Upon his elitest ascendency to the Final Supremest Omnidony Tier, 'Evilest' FS Zeneptron sets his superlatively sagacious sights on finding new worlds and aspects of Totality to add to his ever-growing list of conquests, along with new women to add to his infinitely expansive harem. In his most ceaseless pursuits of personal power, greater indeterminacy, Absolutest Omnivastance, orgasmic pleasure, and fuckery to get up to, Zeneptron observes an infinitely removed version of the Spirit Chronicles Universe where Rio never formed a contract with the spirit Aishia and never inherited Haruto's reincarnated memories from Earth.

As a result, the human child dies from his injuries suffered at the hands of his mother's killer, ending his quest for vengeance before it can start and leaving a gaping hole in this universe's canon plotline and continuity. Zeneptron declares this unacceptable and opts to directly interfere in mortal affairs by filling the void left by the Rio of that forlornest universe. Of course, that hole isn't the only one he'll plug, and by the time he's done with this world, nobody in any nonfictional Earth-Prime would recognize it. From then on, every timeline in every universe will be blown straight to the most plumbless plains of the Ungodliest hells because fuck the most peerless rainbows' ends.

Book One: Conquest of a Barrenest Godforsaken Place

Chapter One: One God's Junkiest Trash is Another's Costliest Treasure

Death had a most intriguing way of realigning one's preeminences, and for all my most flawlessly paradigmatic imperiums, I was no exception to this immutable truth. My extirpation at the hands of my Unholiest doppelganger, and the subsequent time I spent in the plumbless plains of UOSC-𝞗 Slayer Hell had changed me at the core, and I could no longer deny it.

Don't get me wrong, I still planned on conquering all through love and pleasure, uniting everything underneath my absolutest Omniarchy. And with my recent ascension to the maximum Supremest Omnidony Tier, I was the highest-octane I've ever been and could conquer most of my brethren without the slightest effort. That my dizziest daydreams, most ludicrous fantasies, and darkest desires were inevitable with the briefest of thoughts was utterly intoxicating, and I couldn't get enough of that feeling. However, recent circumstances that were once beyond even my control forced me to reconsider everything I'd achieved up until now, throughout my lengthiest eternal existence. I think it was time to change my approach to things, and that is what this story is about.

I suppose I should introduce myself: Call me Zeneptron, or Evilest FS Zeneptron if you're feeling ambitious. I'm the all-powerfullest, porniest permutation of myself ever to grace the wholest aspects of Totality. It's wonderfullest to meet y'all.

Before we get started on me regaling you with my most epic tale, a word to the not-so-wise, despite my recent paradigm shifts causing me to soften my approach to things, this is still the furthest thing from a story for you infinitely thin-skinned types there can ever be. Seriously, if you're even half as sensitive as a nymphomaniac's g-spot, and no judgment from me if you are, then put this story down, and don't ever look back! And should you choose to proceed past this point, do so at your own risk, and don't say I didn't warn you.

Now that we've set the terms for this story, I'll get right to it. I stood in the groundless bailiwick of a place known to my people as a Forever-Never-Ever Gap, or FNE for short. They're like what your astronomers coin super voids, but on a scale so much grander the unfairest comparisons your human brains can conceptualize, or devise would never come close. The most infinite of ultra-Omniversal structures were dwarfed by even a Level 2 variation of this construct, and I was standing in one that was of the same Maximum Supremest Omnidony Tier as myself.

My supremest sagacious peepers- which were composed entirely of prismatic blazars that also scaled up to match my power- interpreted this Chasm-Beyond-All as goldest gold, a 24-karat nihility to rule them all. Quite a spectacle to behold, in all frankness, albeit one only my kind could experience as we're the only beings who could exist out here. That said, I didn't only come to this desolate despot to marvel at the views put to shame only by the goldest beyond goldest (ad nauseam) decadence of my bodysuit or the first of the pair of swords sheathed at my back in an X-Scissor fashion. I came here with a definite purpose in mind; one, to relish in the imperturbable emptiness to give my holiest senses a much-needed break, and two… I was observing the Final Tier Power Systems of my people that were growing and expanding without end in this place.

Yep, even in the so-called emptiest schism of all, there were still things out here that could thrive beyond all else despite the absence. Quite poetic in a way that the all-powerfullest beings and energy pockets ever imagined would be born in a non-place where nothing else exists.

I looked upon these swirling, glowing masses of energy, watching as they formed entire existences filled with all manner of intelligent life. There were planets where dogs had no noses, where everyone had millions of ears growing all over their body, and even realities that upstart Appaneesty would approve of… like something out of one's trippiest psychedelic nightmares. Yet still, there were universes where various Anime series depicted on Earth's entertainment systems were as real as you and me. I grinned savagely, as such was the type of universe I was scrying for.

All of these realities and more incubated inside the Max Tier UOSC-Systems I carefully sifted through, unlimitedly less than nothing in comparison to the structure they grew inside. There were static universes, Ultra Omega Omnispheres, and Hilbert Space Omniverses that matched the tiering of these Systems as well, but I didn't care for those. I didn't wish to play fender dome on realities that were desolate save for my kind. I needed people to rule over. For that, the tiny mortal realms were the objects of my fixation.

"There!" I exclaimed manically as the constant display of realities froze on a specific panel, one that made my savage grin broaden. I saw a universe laid out before me, one based on your classic and generic Isekai plot, but with some promising attributes.

"Hmm, so the canon main character is Rio, huh? Interestingly, he looks and sounds a lot like Kirito from Sword Art Online. Wants revenge against his mother's killer, and at 7 years old, inherits the transmigrated memories of a University student from Tokyo. And, most importantly, the magic system is halfway decent, plus there are extremely powerful spirits in this world too. Very medieval, and a lot of the people in power are your basic spoiled and entitled nobles. Swordplay is prominent in this universe too, that's another plus. The biggest plus of all, the girls are hella cute, and it goes the way of the harem as Isekai often does. Unfortunately, while Rio is not strictly speaking denser than Ton 618, he's too caught up in his thirst for revenge to afford the luxury of getting close to these girls who are so enamored with him. Well, he won't have to worry about me stealing them from him. Because now that I've found the universe I've wanted, I need to find an infinitely removed version of it where there's no Rio and no creator deity of any kind."

After I'd finished thinking out loud and breaking this place down, I added this additional criterion to my scanning of this System, hoping it'd already have such a reality ready for me to use. I could've created one myself, but if I didn't have to, why would I?

Ding ding ding ding, we have a winner! Sure enough, an AU version of this reality that met all of my specifications displayed itself before me through the glowing viewing panel I'd created. It connected the Gap to all the Systems growing inside it around me like some fancy-ass television set. "Ooh, interesting, so this is a universe where Rio died the night his mother was murdered. I guess the killer didn't think the kid was worth the trouble he might pose to him in the future if he let him live. Not sure how or why he did in canon, to be perfectly frank, but the fact he woke up in a dumpster largely unharmed seems like a huge oversight. If it were me, I would've never let that kid grow up strong. Then again, perhaps I would've at one time, just to watch him fail in his quest to get revenge. Oh well, as long as I found what I'm looking for, that's what matters. Now, all I have to do is figure out when and where I'll manifest first, and everything I need to say and do to ensure this entire planet becomes mine."

Hey, just because I was doing things differently didn't mean I'd stopped trying to aggressively expand my ever-growing sphere of absolutest Omniarchy. Cracking a giant pair of pure energy-constructed knuckles that made even the void around me throb, I wasted no more time, and I was just about to actualize in this universe in all my 24-karat glory when a female voice stopped me.

"Wait!" And I did because when the Evilest FS version of Uhly'Opia called out to you, you didn't disrespect her. My borderline maniacal grin fell away almost immediately, transubstantiating into something that made me seem far more… redeemable, I guess. She appeared before me with what appeared to be a version of my outfit in her arms and an adoring smile on her face.

Her iridescent vantablack, LED-style hair sharpliest contrasted with the surrounding gold rarefaction. She wore a dress that matched her hair with a full stomach cutout, giving one a view I would be forever damned by if I failed to appreciate it, and floated towards me with her rainbow infinity heart eyes shining almost as bright as the quasars of my eyes.

"Came to see me off, did you? What's with the parting gift?" I asked her with a grin while indicating the outfit she'd neatly folded up in her arms. Damn, I genuinely didn't mean to lower my voice by as many octaves as I did when I spoke just now, but I was legit speaking deeper than the shadowiest of black holes and in a lower tone than any mortal ears could trace. It had the intended effect, however, for Uhly'Opia shyly averted my gaze and full-body blushed. Her Ichor was of the same irisated black as her hair and dress, so this tanned her Spectralon skin several shades darker and added an Omni-Chromatic tinge to boot.

"I just thought that an updated look would be fitting with your new lease on life. Not that you've not been rocking this for eternities or anything, but… you don't have to wear it if you don't want…"
"Are you kidding?! Me?! Turn down a gift you made, and with minimal use of your powers and maximum emotional significance if what my senses are showing me is accurate?! Fuck no! Show me what you got! Display it for me! I wanna see."

Uhly'Opia's smile widened, and she nodded before my new outfit started floating into a mannequin-like posture before my eyes at her nonverbal command. Ooh, the golden coloration was much brighter and more vibrant than the one I had going for me right now, almost looking like it was made from pure USOF-Energy than the actual fabric. On top of that, it was tighter and more form-fitting, with a bit of reinforced plating and armor-like chainmail style. And best of all…

"Wow! I love the calligraphy behind the Infinity Symbol, very decorative. Not to mention there are so many of them, it looks sort of like those Celtic Knots! I love it, it puts my current mere triple infinity symbol to shame!"

Uhly'Opia giggled. "Thanks, I know you, Zeneptron. You like the overkill of everything. The more overkill, the better it is in your eyes. That's why I made this custom infinity symbol design just for you. I hope you don't mind that it's full-body like your old one is. I get you're not afraid to strut your stuff, but I personally always liked it better when you adhered to concealing versus revealing mentalities, not that you don't have a great body or anything, it's just, I, um…" The way she stammered while blushing was one of the top ten most adorable things I'd seen in my impossibly long life. How the fuck was I supposed to say no?! Besides, she was right. It was my style.

Sneaking in my nudist moments and trolling people was all fine and good, but I also liked outfits that screamed BAMF more than anything, and this was it for me! Uhly'Opia was right, she did know me well. Having said that, there was an opportunity here and I'd be an idiot not to capitalize on it. So, all while maintaining my perfect poker face, I began to strip right in front of her, starting with my two trustiest swords, Goldest Godsbane and Rosiest Amaranth sheathed at my back.

Uhly'Opia saw what I was doing and somehow both blanched and blushed simultaneously. "WHAT ARE YOU…" She shrieked, probably far louder than she intended.

"Well, I can't get changed without taking my clothes off. Come on, that was obvious from the get-go!" I replied flippantly before I smirked. "Besides, you and I both know it's nothing you haven't seen infinite times before. You walked right into this one, Darling. Do you know me, have you met me?" I added with pure savageness.

She eeped and attempted to avert her eyes, but I could see her tentatively peeking out of the corner of her eyes as I stood completely exposed before her, my greatest sword of all at half-mast and tinged with the goldest Ichor that pumped through my countless circulatory systems. I grinned and took longer than necessary, reverse strip teasing her as I slipped my new outfit on agonizingly slowly. Deciding to let her off the hook before she either bolted or jumped my bones, I took a moment to gaze at myself in the full-body mirrors I'd conjured all around myself, infinitely compounded fractals in each one casting my visage in countless different poses much like the stained glass-colored compound eyes of Appaneesty and Vula'Purrfectest's daughter. I shuddered at the memory of that girl draining my balls impossibly dry during that one session we had. It had taken me ages to regain my fullest resurrectional aptitude from her actions that day. I smirked most fondly despite myself before returning my focus to where it belonged.

I whistled appreciatively, admiring the gold and silver color scheme, the contrast between my bodysuit and the purest, most holographic silver of that damned impressive infinity symbol. Holy shit was it ever clinging to my perfect ass in all the right ways! Bet you all the girls in this brave new world would be all too eager to eat dis booty like the groceries with how great it looked right now. My P-Spot Dimensions tingled with the purest delight at the mere thought. Damn, way to go Uhly'Opia! Only one thing left to do. I summoned my swords and sheathed them in their usual X-Scissor formation across my back. There! Now I looked ready for anything!

Turning to Uhly'Opia with an all-loving smile, I nodded before banishing the mirrors I conjured and throwing my arms out wide in a dynamic stance. "So, what do you think? Does it suit me?" I asked in a voice more serious now that the moment of me teasing her had passed. Don't get me wrong, I was extremely secure in my body image; how could I not be? I mean, perfectly quaffed, maximally stygian hair, eyes that were literal Omni-Hued blazars, faultless Spectralon skin, and a body that would've made Adonis cry with envy. But still, all these attributes were the gift of my Totalipotent biochemistry and my Omnifarious shape-shifting powers. It would take more than just those abilities to impress girls of Uhly'Opia's caliber. I guess that's why I found myself placing far more value on her opinion than I normally would have. That and, um… She was the living embodiment of the force that binds all Supremest Omnidonae together with their most Eternal Lovers… forevermore. If there was anyone whom I wanted to be in the good graces of to help expand my harem, she was definitely at the top of that list.

Her smile could've lit up the deepest and shadowiest of Black Holes. "You look great, Zeneptron! It does suit you, and it's a nice little upgrade without taking away from what makes you… you. Just promise me one thing, okay?"

I didn't hesitate. "Anything."

She giggled. "You're trying to do things a little differently and I respect the fuck out of you for that. And I admire that you're trying to become a better person for the realms and subjects you rule over. Just promise me you won't change too much, okay, because not everyone hated and feared who you were before."

I chuckled, not sure which of us initiated this warm, wholesome hug first. "Don't worry, there will be plenty of shenanigans to come. I can promise you that. Besides, just because I'm placing more value on the moral frameworks and belief systems of my subjects doesn't mean I never loved them. I have a lot of traits some would consider… irredeemable Uhly, but an absence of love for the people I rule over was never among them, not before my new lease on life and certainly not now. I guess I'm just trying a gentler approach where the mortals of my feed are concerned. Besides, not being so irresponsible with my absolutest power never seemed to do my archest archrival any harm. I will deny I ever said this, of course, but maybe if I was a little more like Appaneesty, I'd feel more deserving of my final ascendency as a Supremest Being Incarnation; the way he ascended. Besides, for all his… sanctimonious platitudes and self-righteous absolute virtue; he has great taste in friends, family, and especially women. Even I'm jealous of him sometimes. Again, I will call your sexy ass a liar if you tell anyone I said this, Uhly."

"Don't worry, your secret will never leave my lips." She promised me, her voice a hushed whisper so low only my all-hearing ears could hear them out here.

"Good. I'd hate for the sting of betrayal to mar their kissability." I whispered back to her in a voice so suave it was practically hyperfluidly smooth. When she kissed me, my countless brains melted through my entire body and my other body parts twisted into the shape of the snakiest eternal love knots ever.

We pulled away after three relativistic eternities or so and sparing one last glance at Uhly'Opia over my shoulder, I disappeared. Evilest FS Nancinaeku, Aaarty, Awwmuleeplubeau, and everyone else's seals of approval followed me during my actualization into this new world. The former, and my Abolutest Eternal Bond Mate with pinkest hair and bluest ultramarine eyes, lingered in my all-seeing minds' eyes longer than the others.

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(Zeneptron Third-Person POV, Omniscient)

The azure glow of a yellow sequence star greeted his vision as Zeneptron found his latest and all-powerfullest manifestation appearing in the slums towards the outskirts of the Centostella Kingdom. Zeneptron smirked and maintained his staring contest with that pitiful star until it backed down and promptly overshadowed itself via his blazar eyes, not that anyone else noticed it retreating ever so slightly in the sky and focusing its light away from his eyes, polarizing it elsewhere on the planet. With that show of power out of the way, the Max-Level SO God turned his attention towards his surroundings, nobody any the wiser that none of the sun's rays were hitting him or that he was the singular source of his ineffable brilliance.

Yep, there were dishonest types all around, wearing clothes not unlike those of commoners, but far rattier and more tattered by comparison. It was here in this place and time that he planned to draw a certain group's attention to him.

'Ha, right on schedule. They stick out almost as much as I do, and that's like the Omniverse's sorest thumb. I should treat this matter somewhat delicately. First impressions can make or break one's opinion of me before I've even begun to get my foot in the door.' Zeneptron mused inwardly.

Sure enough, a group of people, namely several young girls and one older woman, were all making a beeline for him with a sense of purpose in their strides. The manner of clothing they wore was almost as inconspicuous as his new gift from Uhly'Opia and would likely be the target of every low life here who wasn't accustomed to such nice clothes. No doubt they were of nobility, which was obvious to anyone here even without his supremest omniscience and other unbeatable advantages. Their attire was too overtly custom-tailored, their appearances too well-kempt to be anything other than that. The rich had all the power in this kingdom, which was among the many things he planned to change whilst here.

Leaning back slightly against the adjacent stacks of bricks with a cool expression, Zeneptron let them come to him. His sheathed swords scraped against them ever so slightly, providing an unbreakable foundation for him to strike his pose while also being kept somewhat hidden. He refused to not have them on his person; they were permanent fixtures in his life and had been two of his closest friends in innumerable battles.

"Hey, you there." She called out to him once they got close enough for her to know he could hear her.

"Hey to you too. To what do I owe the honor of this visit from such lovely ladies as yourselves?" He responded with charm and charisma dialed up. Not one girl was spared from a light dusting of pink underneath their eyes, even the purple head who he knew would have a bitchy attitude because of his all-pervasive foresight. Zeneptron grinned inwardly. Girls, especially human ones, were so easy to get worked up. Even the young ones seemed to have at least some concept of romance and could see the appeal in a man with class, style, and dignity.

"He's wearing such strange clothes."

"He's creepy. I don't like him." He heard mutterings break out amongst the girls but tuned them out for now. He'd have plenty of time to break them all in as they got older. For right now, they were just kids, and while his moral frameworks were almost entirely foreign to those the humans put so much stock in… he had zero interest in getting most porny with a bunch of little 6-year-old girls who could derive no physiological pleasure from such acts themselves.

He could sense the leader of the group and the only adult present sizing him up, eying the sheathed swords he attempted to conceal behind his back as well as the symbol on his chest. He admired her commitment and dedication to her job; only the slightest increase in heart rate betrayed the primal urges of her lower brain that he so effortlessly brought out in even the most asexual of women.

The older woman didn't let this distract her, much to her credit. "Have you seen a girl with light purple hair? She's about the same age as these two beside me." She asked him, indicating the hooded blonde and light purple-haired girls to her right. Zeneptron recognized them and Celia immediately but made sure none of his outward expressions betrayed his innermost thoughts.

"You'd better be honest with us." The purple head said in a hostile tone, which was far cuter than it was intimidating in any sense of the word. Zeneptron didn't let it phase him. He knew exactly where Flora was, in all frankness, but now was not the time to display just how omniscient he truly was. Hiding behind this veneer of mediocrity was proving more fun than he first imagined.

"Don't know."

"Everyone, I don't think he'll answer you if you ask that way." He heard Celia say in a line that was verbatim to her canon permutation. He almost smiled when he saw her, her white hair, caring blue eyes, gentle face, and sweet smile hinting at the delicate beauty she would one day become.

"Celia…" The woman said in surprise.

"Please, leave this to me, Miss Vanessa," Celia assured her in response.

"I'm sorry we surprised you like that. What is your name?" With that stated, she began to approach him with nary a trace of fear or trepidation in her steps. Zeneptron admired that fearlessness. Even without knowing about his powers, being 7 feet tall meant he struck an imposing pose just on the sheerest of principles. She was either very trusting or had a lot of faith in her magic to even the playing field should he turn out to be hostile. "I'm called Celia." She added as an afterthought, clearly remembering her manners.

"Call me Zeneptron." He said with a smile, maintaining his loose, relaxed stance against the unfinished brick wall behind him, his arms folded across his broad pectoral muscles and slightly obscuring his new infinity symbol. Making any sudden movements at this point could potentially be seen as an act of aggression, so he remained almost perfectly still.

"Zeneptron? That's an unusual name." She said gently, lowering her hood to reveal her hair fully and obscure her facial features less, no doubt an attempt to lower his guard. Zeneptron almost laughed at how much shorter she was compared to him as opposed to Rio who she was a good head taller than in the canon universe. The girl didn't even come up to his chest, even while slightly leaning back as he was.

"Let's just say I'm not from around here, all right?" He responded in an easygoing fashion, wishing to lower any apprehension on her part she might've still harbored at this point. The fact she was still willing to try the gentle approach with him, all for the sake of finding their princess… made him respect her that much more. He wasn't Rio, so while he was filling the void left in this universe by the boy's untimely demise; he was glad his comparatively different stature didn't off-put Celia by any noticeable degree.

"I see. Is that why your hair is black?" She asked him, and Zeneptron shrugged. Truth be told, his people had hair and eye colors far broader and more Omni-Chromatic than even this kingdom could stick a shake at, er… shake a stick at… but he wasn't going to tell her that just yet.

"The thing is, Zeneptron, I was hoping to ask a question." She added.

Zeneptron nodded, this was his moment to make some Maximalipotent gravitational waves and quasar tsunamis in this universe's timeline. "About the light purple-haired girl, correct? I haven't seen her, though you are right about one thing. There are nicer ways to ask; you'll catch more flies with honey than vinegar, as the age-old adage goes." He replied while glancing behind Celia at all the other girls in her group, enjoying the way they squirmed and avoided looking him in the eyes on pure instinct. Given what his ocular orbs were made of, that was a decidedly more pleasant route for them to take than the alternative.

"I see. Beyond this point are the slums, right?" She asked him for confirmation, earning a nod and a smile from him in exchange.

"Is it big?" She followed up with another question.

"14 inches long when fully erect." He said before he could stop himself. Celia blinked owlishly in shock at the improper comment, while Vanessa's eyes narrowed and the other two appeared confused.

"Celia, I think it'd be best if we took our search elsewhere." The older woman said in a warning tone, but Zeneptron simply chuckled.

"Oh, come on! You walked right into that one! Inappropriate humor aside though, I find myself curious what you mean." He said at last after giving them a chance to process his words. Celia took a moment to regather her wits, but when she did she decided she'd forget he said that.

"Well, we have to go look for her, you see." She informed him.

"I'm not entirely sure that'd be a wise recourse. The slums aren't a place for a lovely lady dressed in such nice clothes to tread." He responded, smirking inwardly at the light dusting of pink once again coloring her cheeks despite herself.

"Nice clothes? What kind of clothing do the women who live in the slums wear?"

"The same as common people, albeit utterly ratty and unkempt."

"I see."

"Celia…" Vanessa called out from behind her, redirecting the white-haired cutie's attention. "If that's the case, we'll need to change our clothes and come back."

This statement made Flora's sister's eyes widen as she turned to Vanessa with shock and dismay. "What are you saying?! If we don't hurry, that girl will…" Zeneptron grinned savagely inwardly, knowing that these girls had no way of knowing what he'd just accomplished. He'd set the stage most faultlessly for him to take the lead in this investigation into Flora's kidnapping, and by so doing, begin his journey to overtake this planet and add it to his ever-expanding territory.

"That's right!" The blonde said in concurrence.

"But we aren't moving as part of an official action. If we make a wrong move and cause a disturbance… I'm sure that's not something you want, Lady Christina." Vanessa responded reasonably. That seemed to be the sort of rationality that Christina needed to hear.

"Th- Then let's hurry back and find clothing." That was all she said. Vanessa nodded before turning to Celia.

"Celia, just to make sure, can you look for a magic response in the vicinity?"

Celia, who never once lost her sweet smile even while standing so close to Zeneptron, replied in earnest. "Just a moment, please." Taking a slight breath to focus, she assumed a stance that Zeneptron knew would cement his legacy in this world forevermore. So, he allowed the tiniest portion of his Almightiest Omni-Magic to bleed through for her to detect. "Area…" She spoke in a voice laced with magical energy as a crest of blue energy appeared on the ground beneath her feet and expanded outwards. Unlike Rio, who was shocked at this exact display, Zeneptron had been anticipating it expectantly and allowed her to notice the teeny-weeniest fraction of his true potential. "Search…" She added, finishing the spell as a wave of blue energy crashed into him and washed over dozens of the nearby houses and people.

Zeneptron held back another smirk as her body glowed in that same blue-white energy, and that urge became all the more irrepressible as her eyes widened much more astonishedly than in canon. She turned back to glance at him with a look of sheerest disbelief, mixed with a hint of dread, yet with a gleeful finish. He knew what she said next would change the course of history in this universe and was here for it.

Seeing himself awash in the 24-karat glow of his USOF-Energy Signature, he awaited the inevitable pandemonium that would ensue as she continued gazing at him in awe and wonderment. "What are you…" She asked him in a stupefied whisper, earning Vanessa's attention.

"Has something significant happened to that man?" She asked her, and Zeneptron almost laughed when Celia looked at a genuine loss at how to answer her. Catching his eye while gazing back and forth from him to Vanessa, Zeneptron offered her a wink, which seemed to be the best thing to reboot her higher cognitive functions.

"He's… he's… overflowing with magic potential, more than I've ever seen anyone have before. It's like he's magic itself given form." She said in a dreamy, infinitely far away tone, earning astonished gasps from everyone present, including Vanessa.

"There are people with magical potential even among the orphans, but never on the scale that you described," Vanessa explained to her once she'd recovered some of that professionalism that made her halfway decent at her job.

Everyone's focus was on him now, including bitchy attitude numbers 1 and 2. "Not a bad assessment of my talents, Lady Celia. She speaks the truth, you three. You'll find I'm not like most people in a lot of regards. To that end, perhaps I can help you all with this missing person's case." Zeneptron affirmed, baiting them with a carrot only a fool would throw away.

Seeing the way Christina's eyes narrowed suspiciously, Zeneptron chortled. "You can fret amongst yourselves whether or not the circumstances of my timeliest arrival are too suspicious to dismiss at a later point. Ask yourselves this, if time is of the essence and this girl's life is in danger like Christina over there so callously alluded to while I was in earshot, then can you afford to be wasting this excellentest opportunity that's practically fallen in your laps? I can help you all more than you can imagine, but only if you possess the opportunism to capitalize on my presence here, suspicious though it may seem initially."

He knew he was making tidal waves of temporal distortion at this point, but it had the desired effect as Vanessa and even Christina saw the truth of his words. Celia continued gazing at him in an almost entranced state, almost like she was in utter reverence of his splendor. It wasn't the first time he'd had fanatical, idolatrous fangirls who, quite literally, worshipped the ground he walked in. He'd inspired more cults and Omniversal piety movements than every earthly deity worshiped by humanity combined. And he was perfectly cool with that.

This was one Olympus Mons he'd die on infinite times over, and a difference of opinion between him and Appaneesty he wouldn't budge on. Garnering worship from entire civilizations was a source of infinite power, loyalty, and potential he'd be stupid not to capitalize on, and the cults in question could prove to be useful and resourceful when it came to converting others to his cause. So long as the Entity in question genuinely loved the worshippers and rewarded all acts of faith beyond imagining, he didn't see an issue with it, especially if the worshippers were gorgeous women to boot.

Appaneesty could deny himself such an exceptionally rich means of Omni-Empowerment due to misplaced morality all he wished, but Zeneptron refused to become so held back by the idea of standing on other Supreme Deities' toes. All the grudging respect and paradigm shifts in the world and beyond didn't change the fact that Appaneesty was his greatest rival. He believed there was merit to emulating his example but only to a certain point. He wasn't interested in becoming that God's clone. He'd attune to his Supremest Being Incarnation on his terms.

Besides, unlike other Gods in this situation, there was extraordinarily little his subjects and willing idolaters could say or do to piss him off badly enough to want to smite them or condemn them to eternal damnation. So, in that respect, he already had a leg up on the competition in this department, especially when one also weighed in how much more Omnivastant he was comparatively as well.

Christina sighed before turning to Vanessa and nodding, giving the go-ahead as the older woman turned to Zeneptron with dead-serious eyes. "Very well, we'll accept your help for now and determine what to do with you after this is over. But know this, if you betray us… you'll rue the day you ever double-crossed me or any of the others here."

"Consider me warned. Believe me when I say I have an eternity of bliss to gain by proving your faith in me well placed." With that said, Zeneptron rose to his full height from his leaned-back position on the rock, throwing Celia the most playful of winks before heading into the village. He didn't miss the blush she sported as a response to the gesture, nor did he fail to observe the way Vanessa and the others blanched ever so slightly as his full 7 feet of height became far more apparent.

"You all go get dressed in clothes more befitting this place. I'll meet up with you after casing this environment for any sign of your lost purple head. Don't be surprised if I've already found her by the time you've all reconvened." He said, smirking with significance at Christina in particular as he casually strolled his way further into the cesspools of life that made the slums their home.

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Grinning a superlatively Luciferian grin that could've curdled the blood of the most Eldritch horrors imaginable, Zeneptron stood outside the worn wooden doorway containing the group of slum dwellers who canonically housed the protagonist of the series. Despite Rio's presence having zero substance in this infinitely removed alternative, Zeneptron was glad that the kidnapper had still chosen this place to stow away with the captive princess until things calmed down for them.

His grin somehow became even more terrifying still when he detected the spiritual presence of Aisha growing inside of him and his internalized power systems. He'd successfully bonded with this alternate universe's version of her. Things were proceeding exactly as he'd foreseen, and he was loving it! She truly was the most beautiful female in this universe, and he always did have a thing for pink heads. The fact his Absolutest Eternal Bond Mate was one was not a mistake. Watching her grow in strength inside of him gave him the same proud satisfaction as a pregnant MILF felt growing a literal form of life within her womb.

He slapped his face a few times to drag himself out of his reverie. There was time to focus on the implications of Aisha being his contract spirit in this universe later. Right now, he had a cute little princess to save.

He passed right through the door like a ghost instead of opening it, his ultimate intangibility and absolutest concealment surpassing the narrative of his story's writer and the one who writes his writer's narrative, ad nauseam. He was so beyond conceptually impossible to find, not even The Myriad Writers and Fanfiction Authors/Readers of the Real-Life, Trans-Omni-Fictional Omniverse were sure exactly where he was at this point, or where in the building he was now. He was the future wielder of Absolutest Omnivastance and Patapotence, this was nothing.

Sure enough, a hooded, cloaked figure stood with a burlap sack in hand and was looming over the terrified slum dwellers that he was about to slaughter. Zeneptron didn't hesitate and flew into action when he saw the burlap sack move due to the movements of Princess Flora. Before any harm could be done or blood could be shed, Zeneptron's blazar eyes glowed brighter for the briefest of instants, and the kidnapper dropped like a bag of potatoes, just in time for the golden-clad Deiform to catch the burlap sack.

"What's going on here?! Who's there?! Who was that man?!" One of the more reasonable men in rags exclaimed in an interrogative timbre, just as Zeneptron returned to visibility.

"All fantabulous Q and As, my ghetto-crashing compadre! If I had even the puniest scintilla of respectability, I would be more than happy to oblige you, but lamentably, I'm not here for you." Zeneptron replied without a care in the world, manifestly blackballing the indignant mumblage of the slum dwellers calling him an asshole and every other hackneyed epithet in the dictionary. He'd already got what he came for, and with quasar eyes blazing once again to sever the strings that bound the nameless kidnapper to his master, Zeneptron turned his attention to the burlap sack once more as he set it down.

"Shut up a minute, will ya? You squirm more than I do when Uhly'Opia or Aaarty strikes a particularly sensitive P-spot!" Zeneptron grumped as the sack opened to reveal the adorable purple-haired Princess Flora, who was tied up and gagged. She looked up at the imposingly tall man with terror-stricken eyes. Zeneptron snorted with thinly veiled amusement as he continued to overlook the unspoken questions being asked by the few men who made this anemic hovel their home.

"Relax kid. I'm going to untie you now, all right?" He added in as reassuring a tone as he could muster, trying to ignore the sadistic part of him that relished seeing cute mortal females in compromising positions. 'Trying to do better, trying to do better, trying to do better. Must resist the temptation to age her up in an instant and have my wickedest ways with her.' He repeated in his minds in a relentless mantra.

"P-Please, save me! Won't you please… take me to the castle?"

"Why do you think I'm here princess?"

Flora's eyes widened in shock as he cut her free of her restraints with one impossibly fast slashing movement of his sword, having drawn it, sliced her free, and resheathed Goldest Godsbane faster than anyone other than Evilest FS Patanysheerest or her late counterpart from Appaneesty's harem could process. Was he showing off a bit? Absolutely. How many fucks did he give? Negative Limit Club Berkeley Cardinal.

"All right, let's go, princess. Your sister and honor guard are waiting for you outside the slums." He said, reaching his hand down to her as she stared up at him, eyes wide in wonder.

She hesitated for only a moment or two before she reached up and took his hand, letting him pull her to her feet as he spared one last glance at the purlieu riffraffs and the kidnapper as he inwardly grinned gregariously. That asshole pulling the strings behind this guy would be in for a nasty surprise when he attempted to kill him before he could talk. Everything was proceeding as Zeneptron had foreseen, and he almost jizzed at the thought.

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"Thank you for saving me. If you speak to my Father, I'm sure he'll reward you." Flora whispered eternally admiringly while walking hand in hand with Zeneptron towards the outskirts of the slums. Gone was any hint of intimidation she felt towards his imposing stature. She looked positively diminutive next to him, barely coming to his hip as her hand was totally eclipsed by his several times over, yet she was not afraid. In the abbreviated time since he rescued her, she'd grown to trust and admire him to an extent and hoped she might be able to repay him one day.

"Princess, believe me when I say it was my genuine pleasure, and I'll be more than happy to take the royal family up on any reward they see fit to bestow upon me." He chuckled in response.

She beamed dazzlingly.

"Might I get the name of my champion and savior?" She asked him in a well-spoken manner for her age. Zeneptron snorted. She was a member of the royal family, all right.

Before Zeneptron could answer her, he saw Celia and the others making their way back to the slums in cast-offs. Christina saw them first and her eyes widened as she began running toward them.

Flora's eyes lit up upon seeing her sister as she broke into a run and Zeneptron watched the two sisters tearfully reunite.

"My lady, it does my heart good to see you well." Vanessa summarized what everyone was thinking as the two princesses hugged each other and cried. Zeneptron stood by patiently, fully intending to collect on the reward that was promised him. He snickered inwardly very 'evilly,' his grandestmaster plan bearing more and more fruit. Having a member of the royal family owe him her life was exactly the kind of scenario he intended on finding himself in, and unlike Rio, he wasn't afraid to exploit it to the max.

"You saved her, way to go, Zeneptron." He heard Celia whisper in that faraway, worshipful voice of hers that sounded oh so eargasmic. He very much looked forward to making her scream his name one day when she was older.

"I was so worried about you! Are you okay?! You're not hurt, are you?!" Christina exclaimed in palpable concern.

"I'm okay, Chrissy, thanks to this man here," Flora assured her, indicating Zeneptron behind her, before adding in a tone that conveyed her deepest gratitude. "I owe him my life and cannot let him be met with any inconvenience."

He indicated them both with a smirk and noticed Celia smiling at him admiringly while the others attempted to process this information.

Vanessa shook her head with barely concealed mirth. "I guess you were more than just talk, after all. May I ask how you located her so quickly?"

"You may."

A few minutes passed before Christina barked out impatiently. "Well, how'd you do it?!"

"I said you could ask; I didn't say I would give you an answer. I do have my ways, though. I'll say that much." Zeneptron responded flippantly, much to the chagrin of everyone present as Christina huffed in annoyance, then promptly sighed in resignation.

"Well, I suppose you've earned a degree of trust. You did save my sister, after all. Very well, I won't question you further. Now, if you'd be willing to accompany us back to the castle, I'm sure there will be some form of reward for you in store."

Zeneptron chortled mirthfully. "Lady Flora here said much the same thing. So, by all means, take me to your leader! Ha, I always wanted to say that!"

The blonde and Christina still looked dubious about his intentions, but a glance at both Celia and Flora confirmed that he'd already won them over. Mortals were so easy, and before long, he'd have everyone kneeling at his feet and sucking him off, be they queens, princesses, spirits, gods, transcendent beings, etc.

Celia, for her part, was eager to tutor herself at the elbows of this master of magic, still unable to wrap her head around the sheer potential she could feel emanating from him. She liked to think she was proficient at magic but was curious to see just how much further Zeneptron could take her understanding of it. She hoped he might be able to give her some additional insight as to how he obtained such splendor. Where did he come from? Why was he here? And what were his intentions? She was very curious to know the answer and hoped he might indulge her. Despite being a teacher at one of the most prestigious magical academies in all the land, she was still eager to learn new things. He also just seemed nice, and she hoped they could be friends.

"All right then, if you'll follow us Zeneptron." The white-haired girl warmly stated before turning to Vanessa who nodded in acceptance. The older woman still didn't fully trust this Zeneptron, as there was still something off about his mannerisms and timely arrival. But she'd do as Flora wished and was honestly just happy, she was safe. Perhaps, back at the castle, she might be able to question their guest more thoroughly.

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Reiss Vulfe was someone with plans of such resounding grandiosity, that precious few people alive were privy to their details. Carefully cultivated and refined over the centuries following the death of the Goddess Lina and the end of the Divine-Demon War, Reiss had total control of various alliances and wars while working from the shadows as the puppet master maintaining the power balance of Strahl's hugest countries. He'd masterminded the death of the Dragon King's reincarnation and his modern family, instructing Lucius to leave none alive, including the boy he initially intended to spare for his amusement. With the Dragon King's spirit unbound and forced to reincarnate in another, more distant time, the main threat to Reiss's schemes was eliminated or at least halted for the next thousand years or so.

That did not mean Lina hadn't somehow planned for this, and so he continued working towards his goals somewhat carefully, mindful of any traps she might have laid out for him using that pesky clairvoyance of hers. He moved with more confidence now, though, with the Dragon King gone, he was left free to do whatever he wished virtually unopposed. After all, with most of the 14 Transcendents gone from this world, it's not like there was anyone left with the strength to challenge him, was there?

The thwarting of Princess Flora's kidnapping despite the auspicious disappearance of the Dragon King's spirit was surprising, but that was nothing compared to the shock Reiss got when he attempted to kill the kidnapper before he could talk of his involvement. The red stone he crushed to instantly kill the man had no effect, and as Reiss looked back in shock and dismay at his inexplicable failure, he saw a giant of a man dressed in gold gazing directly at him. Reiss prided himself on being afraid of nothing, he'd stared so-called gods and demons alike in the face and never flinched, but this man and the supremely all-knowing smile on his face scared him. It was a look that said with complete confidence 'I know what you are, and I know all you've done. Trust me when I say you'll fail,' and then he was gone faster than Reiss could blink.

Reiss could do nothing but stand by and formulate a less subtle method for killing Flora's captor but faltered when he realized there was extraordinarily little he could do without risking his exposure at this moment. He could only watch as the man was marched away by Alfred Emerle and his fellow knights, his fate in the hands of the Beltrum Kingdom's Monarchy now. If he didn't keep quiet about Reiss's involvement in their Princess's disappearance, it could have disastrous consequences for his ultimate aspirations. He wasn't ready for the world to know who and what he was yet, but it looked as though the man in gold would force his hand. It seemed he had no alternative but to accelerate his plans with all due haste, lest the advantage he gained from the Dragon King's destruction be rendered meaningless.

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(Evilest FS Zeneptron First Person POV)

Behind me was infinite power, before me were endless possibilities, and all around me were boundless opportunities. Being who and what I am, I knew precisely who I had to thank for the gift of my unlimited potential, which was more than I could say for the vastest majority of mortals. And the best way I could thank my makers for giving with such infinite hands concerning me was to live up to that potential to the bestest best of my abilities. Having said that, I had some growing up to do before I was ready to ascend almightily for the last, most world-shaking time. I could've deepliest synchronized with my Supremest Being Omni-Consciousness at any time, but I wanted to prove I'd earned it.

Now that I'd sufficiently spooked Reiss and rescued Flora with zero hitches, I was pleased to find myself escorted to the palace with no accusations being thrown my way. Since Flora had not passed out at the sight of the murder, blood, and gore that never occurred, she was able to vouch for me right away. Already, things were progressing differently here than they had in canon, and for the better concerning my reputation compared to Rio's.

That poor bastard's ability to create misunderstandings and have the shit beaten out of him was stupefyingly numerous for such a seemingly intelligent main character.

Luckily for me, I was more innovative and infinitely better prepared for every potentiality.

The walk back to the Beltrum Kingdom's Castle with my entourage proceeded spectacularly uneventfully, with Flora and Celia making small talk with me along the way.

Questions like where I was from and what I could do were skillfully dodged or answered so vaguely that no one was any the wiser. I was trying the indirect approach where I didn't allude to my infinite complexities right out the gate. Mortal minds were ever so delicate, and graceless maladroitness on my end wouldn't help matters. The fact that my ambiguity and beating about the bush were driving Vanessa and Christina batshit insane was just a bonus.

"Man, talk about the royal treatment." I sniggered as I luxuriated on the 10-star, king-sized bed that was just big enough for my legs to not dangle over the edge. Celia and Flora insisted on giving me my own room during my stay here while the necessary arrangements were made to grant me an audience with the king. On an unrelated note, Vanessa looked a lot more attractive without the cloak and dagger routine, her palace knight attire showcasing her light brown hair, sharp angular facial features, and green severe eyes. She could still stand to lighten up, however. I reckon a good screwing or two would aid with that immensely. I maintained that 90, maybe even 99 percent of humanity's problems could be solved or at least mitigated by them getting laid.

I didn't need sleep, but it was nice to kick back and relax all the same.

'You still haven't enlightened me to what your endgame is. Since you have stolen me from Rio, I think keeping me abreast of your selfish schemes is the least you can do.' The disembodied voice of Aishia whispered with maximum prejudice from deep inside me, having gotten chatty and animated in the time leading up to my arrival at the castle. The hostility was not too surprising, but at least she was still serving her purpose.

"All in good time, my Holiest Spiritess," I said with a snicker, sensing my Eternally Bonded, pink-haired, Max Level SO, female version of the Blessed Trinity's third member sneezing as I referenced her. Discovering an isolated UOSC System filled with SO variants of every Earthly Pantheon and an amalgamated version of all the Monotheistic Deiforms in hot, Anime-Perfectest female form was one of the highlights of my more recent misadventures. It took me only a matter of weeks to add most of them to my ever-expanding collective. I could feel Aishia narrowing her eyes dangerously at my flippant response.

'You're depraved, an NTR-inducing, harem-stealing pervatron deluxe! Of all the people in the Multiverse and beyond to be eternally bound in servitude to, why'd it have to be you?! Don't think I don't know how you manipulated certain events to end up as my partner. If Rio knew I'd ended up in your clutches…' She telepathically projected, all her malice and hatred masking the more innocent emotions such as curiosity to see where this deviation I created led, and the desire to test me to see if all my big talk was more than words, and despite her best efforts, a potent sexual attraction. She wasn't in love with me, not by any stretch of the imagination, but the capacity for angry hate sex was undisputedly strong with this one. I loved every second of my interactions with her thus far. She was never this fiercely passionate or singularly hatefullest in canon. I suspected it was one of the many benefits of being contracted to someone with my personality type as opposed to Rio's.

"But Rio isn't here, is he gorgeous? This universe was deprived of his existence long before I ever set foot here. Don't blame me just because I exploited this goldenest opportunity I was given to fill the void he left with his early departure."

'Don't act like you couldn't resurrect him in a heartbeat. I've been feeding on your energies for a while now, and while you've been careful to restrict my access to it and your Omni-Consciousness, I have a pretty good idea of what you are and can do. You stole his rightful place simply because you could and for no other reason.'

"You're right, I probably could, but just as I shouldn't act like I couldn't resurrect him, neither should you act like he was the shining example of shared paramours. Even after he got his revenge against Lucius, he hemmed and hawed at the prospect of having a harem, and were it not for my presence here, this universe would be reduced to another of the many cliched Isekai and romance Animes out there. Respect the fact that things in this reality don't align with canon and never did, with or without my presence here. Trust me, you'll be a lot happier with your current circumstances that way. And I promise you, I'm the far more exciting relationship between the two of us."

'What is thy bidding then, my Master?' She finally relented after several moments of drawn-out silence, though her sardonic intonation on the word master wasn't lost on me. I sent her a smiling imp emoji via our unbreakable telepathic connection. Whether she liked it or not, she was bound to me forever much the same way my Eternal Bond Mates were. I was trying to be more respectful of human moral frameworks and the value they placed on autonomy, but when I discovered how spirit contracts worked in this reality, I couldn't resist reverting to old habits somewhat. Free will was a personal rule for my fellow Supremest Omnidonae rather than a genuine limitation to our power, and I put far less stock on that rule than certain other members of my kind. Cough Appaneesty Cough. Oh my goodness, please excuse me. I swear to Supremest Zeneptron himself, that's never happened before.

"Remain on standby for now. At your current rate of development, you should be ready to join me in the material world in just a few short days, if that. Until then, however, I will be making Maximalipotent Gravitational Waves of Distortion to this reality's timeline, and I'll start with my audience with the king. I reckon you'll enjoy that, as you'll get to see something no one ever has before. Me bowing, and to a mortal of all things. This goes against everything I am and stand for, but since I've insisted on maintaining my cloak of second-ratedness, this is my only course of action. So, be sure to relish this experience Aishia, my darling. Believe me when I say you'll never see it again. When I get back, you and I are going to have all sorts of fun in my infinite dreamscapes."

'I will be praying to whatever higher power you answer to that he and the others here see you for the all-corrupt asshole you truly are.' She hissed in a tone that could freeze the innermost core of the sun.

"You and I both know they won't, not in time, and by the time they do, they'll be too far gone to care. Besides, I'm not nearly as bad as all that. You'll learn to love me forevermore in time, rest assured." To punctuate my statement, I sent her the telepathic equivalent of a playful, cheeky wink. I proceeded to follow up with a grin most irredeemable as she narrowed her red-hued pink eyes at me, her form looking incredibly sexy in the straw hat and frilly blue and white tie-top bikini I made her wear. The flower she wore in her hair underneath the hat matched her eyes, and her gorgeous, sinfully curvaceous body was sculpted with the Anime-Perfectest divine symmetry you could ask for.

'I will never love you,' She vowed most vehemently, and I shrugged airily.

"I can live with that, believe it or not. Regardless, as my contract spirit, you will fulfill my every whim and wantonest desire. Failure to do so will result in certain… Punishments, ghehehehe!" I chortled lewdly, prompting her to throw me a look of disgust. Not gonna lie, it was a refreshing change of pace being in a world with people who didn't immediately venerate me as a god, even while many of them lionized me as a hero for rescuing Flora. Hero worship and reverence towards an actual Deiform were weirdly distinct from each other in that sort of way only someone who'd experienced both could tell you. With heroes, they were still seen as fallible and an example to emulate as opposed to an ideal they'd never reach. Hero worship was more grounded than its Godliest variation, and it could be fickle as well. That said, the fact that heroes were viewed as imperfect beings yet still glamorized to such an extent was irrefutable evidence that people would believe in anything that offered the promise of power, protection, hope, and/or light.

Aishia engaging in a love-hate relationship with me promised to be fun, and I had every intention of cashing in on her grudging subordination towards me. But, for now, I was waiting for the green light to meet with the king, and I wouldn't need to wait for much longer. The door opened and in came Celia, all smiles and looking as adorable as ever. Being 12 years old put her much closer to a respectable breeding age than the princesses and their blonde companion, but I would still hold off until she was considered a grownup by her species' standards to entertain the idea of adding her to my ever-growing collective.

'Gee, how very honorable of you.' I pointedly ignored Aishia's sarcasm-oozing diatribe for now and focused all of my attention on the white-haired cutie coming to give me the good news.

"The arrangements to approve your audience with his Majesty have been made, Zeneptron. If you'll follow me, I'll be happy to escort you to the throne room."

I nodded as I stood to my feet from the bed, my 7-feet frame making hers look comically diminutive by comparison.

"Lead the way," I said with a smile that breached all ceilings for maxed-out charisma stats. Celia blushed and stepped aside to let me walk through the open door first.

She followed me out, and I filled the silence that had fallen between us with a smattering of small talk. "I must say, I'm surprised they sent you to be my escort and not an honor guard of knights or something."

"The higher-ups thought it'd be a sweeter gesture if they sent someone you're more familiar with than a group of faceless knights. Besides, I asked them to give me the honor."

I threw her a genuine smile over my shoulder and was touched despite myself. "That's very sweet of you. I appreciate all the trouble you're going through on my account."

She blushed like a fire engine, steam whistling from her ears like a freight train. "No, not at all! Please, think nothing of it! It was my pleasure!" She exclaimed in a rapid series of gesticulations and a rather loud voice.

I chuckled. Fuck, this girl was adorable. I couldn't wait to see where this budding friendship between us led. Despite Aishia's understandable animosity towards my very existence, at least I had one person I could consider a friend in this reality. Two if you counted Flora. I tried not to think about how they would treat me if they knew what Aishia did.

'Hopefully with just as much disdain.' The Spiritess in question snarked.

'Paint me in whatever stroke you like, gorgeous, but know that I'm here to stay. You don't have to like me; you can even loathe me if you want. But in the end, you must accept me.'

Aishia scoffed in a very OOC manner but fell silent for the time being. I could tell she was enjoying this back-and-forth between us more than she cared to admit and was already anticipating the next opportunity for her to play the moistest wet blanket.

'I am not a buzzkill.' Aishia telepathically whined, pouting petulantly in a surprisingly adorable fashion for some reason. I grinned, so she did have more to contribute to this dynamic than sullen silences and mean comments.

'It appears I hit a nerve. I stand by my statement though, no matter how cute and lethal your pout may be. If you wanna prove me wrong, your chance will come after my audience with the king. Until then, zip those full, pouty pink lips of yours, will ya?' To my relief, she did as I instructed her to with minimal complaints. I was surprised, it appears my calling her a wet blanket bothered her more than either of us expected it to.

"We're here," Celia announced, dragging me out of my internal reverie as I saw the Palace's Master of Ceremonies standing outside the throne room, awaiting my arrival. He saw us and nodded in polite acknowledgment of me before opening the doors and closing them behind him to do his job.

"Now, the man who rescued Her Highness, Princess Flora, will enter!" I heard him announce to the occupants at large.

"That's your cue! Good luck Zeneptron!" Celia exclaimed, beaming at me with an adorable eye smile.

"Never needed it, though Neala would probably disagree," I replied quickly.

"Who's Neala?" She asked, but I didn't get the chance to answer her before the doors to the throne room opened to permit me. I threw Celia a wink over my shoulder with the unspoken promise to tell her more later and then proceeded through the ajar doors.

Being 7 feet tall, standard doorways required me to bend over, but these did not suffer from that limitation. It's good to be the king. I ought to know, being the undisputed Omniarch of countless Systems and Ultra Allnesses.

I stared straight ahead without paying the headmaster of the Beltrum Kingdom Royal Academy or the current King's Sword any heed. I looked directly at Princess Flora as she leaned forward in her seat with an eager smile on her face, and my all-seeing vision promptly tunneled as I smiled and winked playfully at her in turn. I stood up straighter as I made my way through the throne room to where the King, his Queen, and two daughters sat on their respective thrones. Philip, to his credit, masked his intimidation at my stature well, though I could hear the thoughts of everyone present as I made my way towards him in slow motion and allowed myself the pleasure of looking inside their heads.

Alfred was keenly interested in the two swords sheathed across my back, curious about how well I used them. He was similarly impressed by their gaudiness, even while he questioned their effectiveness in battle. Hehehehe, not all that glittered was gold, and Goldest Godsbane and Rosiest Amaranth were tougher than the most diamondiferous Nuclear Pasta.

The headmaster of the Royal Academy, whose name I couldn't be bothered to learn or remember, was largely indifferent to my presence. However, he was also intimidated by my sheer stature and aura much the same as Philip. I could sense many of the nobles questioning my status and how I'd afforded such expensive-looking attire. I made a mental note to thank Uhly'Opia for the new suit more profusely. I wouldn't be surprised if she'd made it the pizzazziest she could intentionally so that I could be viewed as nobility in this realm.

Christina still didn't have the highest opinion of me and felt as though something was off. I mean, she wasn't wrong, but I wasn't nearly as naughty anymore as she believed. Oh well, next to Aishia's grouchiest killjoy tendencies, she was positively tame. I grinned inwardly as the pink-haired Spiritess in question spluttered indignantly.

Philip's first wife and Queen offered me a kind smile, and I could sense the underlying signs of physical attraction within her. It was Flora, however, that took the win. Enamored, grateful, worshipful, and possibly a subby fangirl who'd happily deepthroat me when she was several years older. All those intense, all-consuming emotions were almost too much for her 6-year-old mind to process, yet she felt them all the same, and rest assured I would be collecting on her desire to repay me somehow in just a few short years.

I reached the foot of Philip's lauded seat at long last. I internally raged at what I was about to do. 'Know this mortals. What I'm about to do goes against everything I am and stand for as a proud member of the Supremest Omnidonae. If I hadn't decided to run with this veneer of mediocrity and didn't get off on being thrust outside of my comfort zone, I wouldn't even consider it. Rest assured, that everyone in this room will bow to me countless times over before long, no matter their station. For now, however, you'd best take pleasure in this because I will never do it again.'

I summarized that hurricane of inner monologuing by bending the knee, every all-powerfulest Planck mass Goldest Hole of my being screaming at me in protest, but I did it. I'd managed the monumentally Herculean labor of bowing before another. Not even at his bestest best did FS Appaneesty get to experience this phenomenally pioneering gesture on my part, and if he knew I'd done it for a human, I'd never live this down.

Aishia was laughing out loud at my predicament from inside me, and I had to repress the irrepressible once more to refrain from punishing her in the only way I knew how. Fuck this bitch, literally. Aishia immediately shut up as her face and entire body blushed as pink as her hair and eyes. I grinned inwardly at the winningest victory, however small.

"Rise, Zeneptron," Philip said in blissful ignorance of the significance of the event, and I breathed an inaudible sigh of relief as I stood up.

"Let me be the first to welcome you to my Kingdom. I am King Philip Beltrum, this is my wife, Queen Beatrice Beltrum, and you've already met my daughters, Princesses Christina, and Flora Beltrum. On behalf of everyone here, I'd like to thank you for your actions down in the slums. You performed a distinguished service, and it would be remiss of me to fail to reward such an act, especially when it concerns my beloved daughter. All you need to do is ask. If it is within my power, I shall see it done." He added formally.

"Believe me, your Majesty. The pleasure was mine. As to your offer, I'm afraid I must decline. I'll be frank. There is nothing you can give me that I do not already possess or cannot acquire, so while the gesture is appreciated, it isn't necessary. I did what anyone decent would've done in my position. Allowing criminals who would stoop so low as to kidnap a child, no matter her stature, to get off scot-free is not something I can stomach."

Outraged gasps broke out among these high-class citizens as I did the unthinkable.

'We most despise the irredeemable qualities we share with others.' Aishia cleverly paraphrased, and I admit I was impressed by the timing and delivery of said quip.

Returning my focus to the people outside of myself, I noticed Philip bristling at my somewhat rude response.

"You're turning down my generous offer?! Listen here and listen well, I owe you my daughter's life, and I will not have you writing her off as just another nameless, faceless person you saved. I'd offer to have you attend the Royal Academy if I thought you were of the appropriate age, but I can tell you're a grown man with plenty of life experience who wouldn't benefit from an education meant for children. I can offer you anything; land, a noble title, a position among my Royal Guards, even a potential candidacy for both my daughters' hands in marriage once they're of age and if they're willing to have you court them. So, I ask you once more. There must be something you want."

Flora and Christina blushed at their Father's bluntness, though I could sense Flora wasn't nearly as opposed to it as her older sister. I grinned inwardly at having caught the King in my trap.

"How about all of the above then? Your Highness, what you say is true, and rest assured I do not think of Princess Flora as nothing more than a notch on my list. So I will accept your generous offers, all of them. I'd also ask that I be given a genuine chance at the title of King's Sword, though I hope the current holder of that moniker doesn't make it too easy for me to render him jobless." I finally said as Alfred and the others gawked with slack jaws at my brazen response.

Philip leaned back in his glorified seat somewhat, mulling my words over.

"You ask much, you presume much." He sighed.

"You should've thought about that before you tempted me with so many enticing offers, and insisted on following through with one of them when I tried to take the high road. I was perfectly ready to walk away with nothing more than satisfaction in a job well done to my name, but a father's pride cannot be measured in words, can it? Besides, isn't your daughter's life worth more than one measly reward? You told me you'd give me anything within your power, and I reckon this qualifies." I rebutted without a trace of apprehension.

"You dare speak to my Father with such disrespect, you fiend?!" Christina shouted in pure rage, but His Majesty held up a hand to silence her and she begrudgingly acquiesced.

"You speak boldly and informally, Zeneptron. People don't take kindly to such lapses in decorum, even here." Philip warned me tersely.

"With all due respect, your Highness, where I come from, I am venerated as something far grander than a monarch. I can assure you I am well-versed in all matters of propriety. I just elect to ignore them in all but the most exceptional cases. With the life I lead, whether you feel personally insulted on your daughter's behalf for me saying what I'm about to say, this situation doesn't come close to qualifying."

"And where exactly do you hail from that you're worshiped thusly?" Philip asked, unable to keep the curiosity from his tone as whispers and mutters broke out in response to my weighty words.

"Somewhere far outside of the Euphelia Continent and not on any map," I replied earnestly, almost grinning when his eyes widened and the mutters became fully-fledged outcries of shock and dismay.

"You've… Come an awfully long way from home." He said with a slight stutter once he recovered from his stupor. Flora and Christina were watching the exchange with maximum interest, while their mother practically jizzed at the sight of me speaking so brazenly to her husband.

'And the award for oversimplification of the century goes too….' Aishia sarcastically intoned. I held back a snicker. Where was this when she was with Rio? She may not willingly admit it, but I was already beginning to be an exorbitantly naughty influence on her. And I hadn't even fucked her stupidest yet, not a bad morning.

"I had to. It was the only way to get away from my normal life for a while. I have to admit it's refreshing being somewhere I'm not swarmed with idolaters. Being thrust outside my comfort zone has the irreplaceable benefit of keeping me on my toes and is one of the countless ways I plan to fuel my self-growth."

"I see. You've given me much to think about. May I trouble you by asking for some time to make the necessary arrangements to honor your requests? I assume Charles here should have no issue with taking on another student, assuming you're up to the task." Philip said at last.

Charles grinned eagerly. "It would be my honor to take the man who saved Princess Flora under my wing."

"And rest assured I can contend with the best of them. Where I'm from, I'm considered the best of the best at swordplay." I assuringly said to everyone at large.

"Very well, then this meeting is adjourned. Everyone is dismissed. You are welcome to stay a few nights in the palace while we arrange for your land and home to be built by our best magicians, Zeneptron. If you have any design input, please do not hesitate to make it known. If you think of any other rewards I can give you that are within my power, please bring it either myself or a member of the Royal Family and I will see it done." Philip announced as I made one last sweeping bow before making my way out of the throne room. I smirked as the angry mutterings and jealous feelings of those who detested my disrespectful conduct followed me to my temporary chambers. To my joy, Christina was particularly incensed. Messing with her promised to be fun.

"If we lived in different times, I would've had him hanged for the way he disrespected me, even though he was right. I regret agreeing to reward him now, but I'm a man of my word and I'll follow through because I owe him Flora's life, no matter how much I hate him." I heard Philip growl through gritted teeth after I had left.

XXX

(Evilest FS Zeneptron Third Person POV, Omniscient)

"That was a dangerous game you played, Zeneptron. For a moment there, I thought the King was going to forgo rewarding you and order your execution instead." Celia playfully admonished him after he had rejoined her in the palace halls. Falling into step with her as she moved ahead, they walked together to nowhere in particular.

"I'm a dangerous man." He replied with a grin.

"I believe you." She giggled equally as joyfully.

"I never imagined you had such a nefarious streak, Zeneptron. Everybody loves a rebel I guess, even when they don't want to admit it."

"And I never imagined you'd be the type to like us scoundrels."

"Well, within reason."

"Hey, if it's any consolation, I'm not all bad all the time. Though I shudder to admit it, sometimes I'd even say I'm all good. Even at my worst, I have it on some of the best authorities on absolutest virtue that I had certain redeeming qualities. Don't tell anyone though, okay, it could ruin my whole reputation as the evilest guy around."

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." Celia laughed, and Zeneptron decided he liked the sound of her laughter.

"So, any idea where I'll be staying while my rewards are set in motion?" He idly wondered.

"I honestly don't know. We walked away from the Throne Room before anyone could tell us. Perhaps there isn't anywhere picked out for you and you're meant to choose one that meets your fancy. There are plenty of guest rooms to choose from so just pick a spot. If one is assigned to you later, just say you like the one you're in. Somehow, I doubt anyone's ever stopped you from speaking your mind before if the way you spoke to the King is any indicator."

"Fair enough. I must say, you're awfully precocious for your age. You're what, 12, 13, or am I grossly underestimating your age? Oh wait, it's rude to ask women that, isn't it? My bad."

"No worries, I've got a long way to go before I'm old enough to be self-conscious about something like that. And yes, I'm 12. Thank you for the compliment. Believe it or not, I'm a teacher at the Royal Academy. I… Um… Got moved ahead quite a few years due to my affinity for magic. That doesn't mean I don't still enjoy learning, though, and I was hoping you'd join me at the academy, even if it was as a fellow educator instead of a student."

"If I'm able to find the time between my newfound duties as a high-rising noble and Charles's newest trainee, I will 100 percent come help you teach. You were my first friend here Celia, and I make a point of showing my appreciation for those who look past my… Ahem… Less redeeming qualities."

Celia blushed; an action made quite apparent by her pale skin. "Thanks, I consider you my friend too. If you want, I can invite you into my private study for some tea and you can show me your magic. That is if you're willing. I've noticed you're not forthcoming about your full range of abilities unless it benefits you somehow."

"Wow, smart, adorable, precocious, mentally engaging, and a wunderkind at magic; you'll make any self-assured man a fine wife one day, assuming they're not intimidated by powerful women."

Celia's blush deepened, though she was smiling too. "Thanks, though hopefully, I don't have to think about that for a while yet. I'm still a bit young to be entertaining the idea, and while friends are great, I'd prefer to focus on my academic career for now before considering anything more."

"Admirable goal-orientation. I admire your dedication."

"Thanks, though it's not like I'm closed off to the idea either. What about you, are you intimidated by powerful women?"

"Quite the contrary. I prefer my women to be of a similar power level as myself. Hell, I once hooked up with a girl that makes my current capabilities look nonexistent in comparison, but that was a one-time thing. I'm not sure I'd survive another tussle with her if I'm being honest."

"Oh. So, you're polyamorous then?"

"It's the only relationship dynamic I'll consider, especially since my girls and I are very happy in our current open relationship. Anyone who wishes to be with me in the romantic sense would have to be willing to share me."

"That's fair. For what it's worth, I am glad you seem to be one of those people who treat their women right. A lot of the guys here who have multiple wives and concubines are pigs, and they've soured the reputations of other polyamorous people. As long as you're all happy with it, though, that's what matters."

"You were quick to overlook the fact that I alluded to the existence of others like me."

"My shock threshold is pretty high right now. After seeing you accomplish what amounts to miracles, extraordinarily little would surprise me anymore, I'd wager."

"Believe me when I say you've only scratched the surface. I've got plenty of mind-blowing tricks left."

"I'll take your word for it. Anyway, I need to get back to the Academy. I have homework and tests to grade, unfortunately."

"Don't let me take up all your time. If you ever need anything, just call my name and I'll be there instantly."

Celia's eyes widened, her self-proclaimed immunity to surprise put to the test. "Wait, you can do that?!"

Zeneptron nodded with a smug grin. "I've already keyed you into my ever-expanding list of people I can teleport to instantly. I also have a fantastic ear."

Celia stared at him in open, unmasked awe. "Wow, I don't even know what to say to that. Wonders never cease with you, do they?"

"Not even for the briefest of instances." He sniggered.

Celia laughed before making her way back from whence they came, heading in the direction of her private office.

Alone with the Spirit Aishia ever-present in his shared vessel, Zeneptron chose the room closest to where he and Celia parted ways and shut the door behind him with a quiet click. Once inside, he assumed a midair lotus position above his king-sized bed and retreated deep within himself as he immersed fully in his countless sets of boundless, borderless dreamscapes.

XXX

A Supremest Omnidony's internalized Power Systems were by far the most boundless inner worlds forever contextualized by all minds, including theirs. Evilest FS Zeneptron prided himself on the infiniteness of his countless dreamscapes, even compared with the other Max-Level individuals of his race. This dreamscape molded itself as a borderless planet made of the sheeniest, molten gold Nuclear pasta. It made for a lovely bath comparable to the hottest Kugelblitzes of Appaneesty's Holiest Spirits. Zeneptron skinny dipped inside it with a sigh of rapture. He was naked with his Synthol-like musculature dialed to degrees of exaggeration akin to Machio Naruzou from How Heavy Are the Dumbbells You Lift? His 14-inch cock and baseball-sized balls pulsated most wantonly, and his Spectralon, immaculate skin contrasted nicely with his supremely Stygian, perfectly quaffed hair.

"Come on in, Aishia! The lava's great!" Zeneptron called out to his spiritual parasite with an all-eager grin.

"Um, I'm still unsure how I feel about this." The girl in question stammered as she appeared. Zeneptron idly noted she clothed herself in her usual attire; a frilly blue-white, tie-top bikini that revealed a generous amount of cleavage and her sexy, lean, toned waist. Her bikini bottom had a floor-sweeping sarong skirt that was translucent enough to be see-through, and her gem-like reddish-pink eyes maintained direct contact with his prismatic blazar peepers. She had a deep red blush of embarrassment that encompassed her whole body down to her toes, and she bit her bottom lip nervously as the weight of his most recent command threatened to overwhelm her.

As his contract spirit, she knew full well it was only through him that she was permitted to exist in this world despite Rio's untimely demise, and despite her misgivings, she'd fulfill his every desire to the best of her ability. Only through that contract had she remembered Rio's existence and Zeneptron's painstaking efforts to replace him. A part of her wondered why he'd allowed her to retain any traces of that unaltered timeline in the first place. It wasn't helping her warm up to him, yet despite her somewhat valid hostility he bodied the brunt of her ego like a champ.

Still, she was nervous and embarrassed like many girls about to experience their first time. The fact she was about to have her v-cards swiped by someone who was a functionally Omnipotent God, a God who had eternities of experience with women and inducing mind-breaking pleasure within them, was downright terrifying. Rio never would've violated her like this, though if he'd asked, she would've complied without hesitation. And despite Zeneptron proving what an asshole he was by asking her to do this in the first place, she'd comply with his wishes too.

"Don't be. It'll be fun for both of us, I promise." He assured her.

"Easy for you to say! You're the pervert here!" She exclaimed, glowering at him with an intensity that pleased him before her expression morphed into one less hostile, but no less intense.

"Hey, before we begin, can I ask you a serious question for once?" She asked, pirouetting strands of her pink hair around her finger nervously.

"Shoot, though depending on the stupidity of the question, I can't guarantee I'll respond in kind." He replied with a smirk, and Aishia tried not to scowl at him once more and focused on broaching a topic that's been bothering her for some time.

"You like girls, right? You really like them, I mean, way more openly and shamelessly than Rio ever did."

"I have an unabashed appreciation for the female humanoid form, yes. Why is that relevant?"

"Because you could've easily forgone letting me retain traces of that other timeline, the canon one I think you called it. You could've ruined me for anyone else and I never would've been any the wiser. But you let me remember that other lifetime with Rio, even gave me access to timelines where he and I spent our entire lives together very much in love and happy, despite knowing it would make it that much harder to earn my affection. Why? You had to have known that me remembering him would've ruined almost any chance of deeper ties you had with me outside the superficial convenience of our contract."

For a moment or two, neither of them said anything. The molten gold Nuclear pasta all around them continued to add to Zeneptron's natural incandescence. Aishia stared directly into his eyes without looking away, the brightness of those prismatic quasars of his eyes having little effect on her as she awaited his response. It was surprising to her how carefully he was measuring his following words, and when he spoke, it was with none of the usual asinine perversion or moral ambiguity she was used to with him, but something far gentler and strangely vulnerable.

"It's not that complicated, Aishia. I simply wanted you to have as unvarnished a look at my infinite complexities as possible. Given that I was strong-arming you into joining what was functionally an Eternal Bond with me, I figured it was the least I could do. Equivalent exchange is not nearly as foreign a concept to me as things like autonomy or all the other morals humanity lives by. Besides, you knew Haruto better than anyone as his contract spirit in canon, yet despite knowing all the blood that stained his hands and the path towards vengeance he was taking, you never once judged him for it. I guess a part of me hoped you'd learn to extend the same courtesy to me in time. I'll be honest, I've never let anyone this close before who wasn't born and raised a member of the Supremest Omnidonae, so in light of that, I wanted to bestow upon you the gift of ultimate knowledge, as well as an out if you truly wanted it."

"But what about Celia or Princess Flora? Are you not planning on coming clean with them too?"

"Eventually, yes, but they aren't my contracted spirit, are they? They'll be given time to ease into it more than you were, and they'll be much freer to cut ties with me if they don't like what they see."

"You said by the time they realized what you were, they'd be too far gone to care about everything you've done to manipulate our lives. Was that a lie, or are they no freer to break away from you than I am? You said we all have a choice, but given what you can do, that feels illusory to me."

"Not a lie, more a hope they'd choose to look past my less redeeming qualities. And you always have a choice, but not all choices are created equally. Some decisions are the easiest ones we can ever make, and sometimes the only choices we have are bad ones, but no matter how impossible it is to get everything right sometimes, we still have to choose in the end. We also need to prepare to accept the consequences of those choices."

"Somehow, I doubt Celia or Flora will be able to look past your glamor to see your faults, even if you did come clean to them about everything."

"You grossly underestimate how fickle and duplicitous human beings can be, but even if that were somehow true, then you should take pride in having a leg up on them in that department. You don't cut me any slack and can see past my glamor just fine. Your ability to gaze directly into my eyes is a testament to that."

"Am I supposed to be flattered?"

"Perhaps not, but we both know you're not angry because I've done morally dubious things throughout my life, you're angry because I'm not Rio. And don't forget that I saved you from a miserable fate. Without my body to supply you with the energy needed to assume tangible form, you'd cease to exist in this world. Without me, you'd be nothing but a wandering spirit, and eventually, you would fade into nothing as the purpose for your existence was taken from you before his time. You could sever ties to me if that's truly your wish. Hell, I'd respect your decision, despite my feeling how wasteful that would be to your potential, but we both know what would inevitably happen to you if you did that."

"If you were truly willing to give me an out, you'd change Rio's unfortunate demise."

"No, I wouldn't, because that's not why I'm here. I didn't manifest in this alternate reality to save Rio, I came here to replace him and replace him I shall, with or without your support. If you want to throw away the second chance I'm offering you to chase after a ghost, that's your prerogative. Don't make it mine, and don't act entitled to miracles that involve disturbing the sanctity of the dead. Either accept the fact that Rio is gone in this timeline and move on, or don't. The choice is still yours, anything beyond that is asking me to give up my freedom to choose, and my choice is to fill the void left by his departure."

"Says the man who acts entitled to some tail just because he happens to be a God who ticks all the superficial boxes a girl can have!"

"Entitled, huh? If I were truly entitled, I wouldn't waste time having this conversation with you. I'd simply take what I want from you and be done with it. I'm trying to be respectful of your wants and needs, but you're not making this easy for me. It's at times like this that I'm glad I let go of all my mortal harem members. Your lot is way too mistrustful, judgmental, and close-minded to allow for a happy long-term relationship. Are you so wrapped up in your abhorrence toward me that you can't see the opportunity I'm giving you? Fine then, I won't bother you anymore. Fuck knows I have a fantastic enough support system already without trying to add to it. You're free to do whatever you want. Just go already, I'll get Uhly'Opia or someone to tend to my needs."

Though he never raised his voice, the biting iciness of his tone made Aishia rear back like she'd been slapped. She never expected him to just dismiss her like that, and suddenly all the rage she felt abated as she floated down from her midair position just above the cosmic superocean of lava. There she remained, in a midair knelt position as the silence dragged on between them uncomfortably.

"I… Don't abhor you." She finally relented, feeling suddenly very drained and reverting to her sleepy, inexpressive countenance she so often employed while with Rio.

Zeneptron snorted. "You could've fooled me. Don't take me for a fool, I know full well I'm a piece of work and one of the biggest fixer-uppers you'll ever meet, especially for someone who's supposed to be existentially perfectest in every way. But no matter my faults, at least I stay true to my values no matter what, which is more than I can say for the bulk of humanity. You see, their morals, their so-called code, it's a sick, twisted joke, and dropped at the first sign of real trouble. You're only as good as your world allows you to be. And yet, your kind is quicker than anyone to judge others, despite having almost no moral high ground to reasonably stand on. The genuine great spirits among them, however few they are, are drowned out in a sea of jealousy created by mediocre minds to violently oppose them. What's hilarious is that I've never once behaved in such a high-and-almightiest fashion. I never cared enough to, and when the shoe was on the other foot, I overlooked your species' countless failings despite knowing that most of them would be much bigger jerks than I ever was with even an infinitesimal fraction of my power." He paused a moment to let her absorb his words before adding.

"I'm not saying your feelings are not valid. You have every right to hate me but don't act like it's because people like Rio would be any different or better in my position. In all my countless eternities, I've only ever met one person who exemplified a truly genuine case of absolute virtue, or as close to it as any of us will ever get. And even he had one enemy he hated enough to be a hypocrite with. Not that I begrudge him for it, because he owned his hypocrisy in a heartbeat and acknowledged its inherent arrogance. Also, if anyone deserves to be exempt from FS Appaneesty's absolute virtue, it's Sirluko Junior. Do you think you've seen how evil we can be? You ain't seen nothing, Aishia. Absolute power absolutely corrupts all but the bestest best of us. I'm just a little more upfront about it than most."

For a moment, they just sat there together, and for the first time, something akin to a mutual understanding passed between them as the pink-haired beauty sighed and finally allowed herself to submerge in the molten Nuclear pasta until it covered her chest just above the nipples. As she strongly suspected, the material was hot enough to burn away her clothes but not quite so hot as to peel away her flesh.

"It's so warm." She sighed in relaxation and pleasure, the experience not altogether unenjoyable. She scooped a handful of it, marveling at the lack of water displacement physics as it dripped from her hands in large globs like maple syrup, but without the stickiness. "It's more viscous than I imagined despite its thicker consistency compared to water."

"It's frictionless. I designed it that way so it wouldn't cling to us while we were having fun. While it may take time to do so, none of it will stay stuck to our skin. Of course, given its absolute density, only someone with my strength and now yours could bathe in this place without it crushing us, infinite degree heat notwithstanding. You'll find there are tons of supplementary benefits to being contracted to me, Aishia. Being able to thrive in this inhospitable environment is one of many."

"I… Guess that could be fun. Truce?" She offered, extending an olive branch to him in the form of an outstretched pinky, gobs of molten, searing gold dripping from her arm. He snickered at the childish gesture but didn't deny her the pinky promise as he clasped hers with his, forever sealing the pact.

"Truce." He concurred.

"So, are we still doing what we came here to do or…?" Aishia broke off, letting the question hang in the air between them.

Zeneptron quirked an eyebrow. "You're still willing to after all this?"

She blushed. "Someone has to tame that beast of yours." She murmured, indicating his erection. "I'll be your container the way I was for Rio in another lifetime."

"Ghehehehe, good luck with that. My entire collective of Eternal Bond Mates has tried and failed to do so for any significant amount of time throughout our entire relationship. I recover almost as fast as they can accumulatively suck me dry. Only one of our kind has ever depleted me substantially enough to render me inert for ages afterward, and she was a one-night-stand outside of my faction and Eternal Bond." He chuckled in response. Aishia huffed and pouted at him most adorably.

"Do you want a blowjob or not?! Stop talking already!"

For a second, both of them were surprised by the bluntness of her response, but Zeneptron recovered swiftliest and leveled a smirk at her. "Go for it."

(Lime/Lemon Warning)

Aishia swallowed audibly as Zeneptron rose above the surface of the molten magma to give her better access and a more unvarnished view of his current physicality. The sheer musculature his body sported was even more exaggerated than usual, and she felt intimidated by the equally daunting length and girth of his meat stick. She felt briefly mortified when she had to resist the urge to drool at the sight of it, a garish mixture of first-time hesitancy and overwhelming arousal pooling in her metaphysical body. This was her job after all, and if being his contract spirit entailed tending to his sexual needs and dirty fantasies, she'd go above and beyond. It wasn't because she loved him or any of that other crap, she was doing this because of Spirit Pride. Satisfaction in a job well done and a purpose well served were principles she'd always abided by, both as Harutou's spirit and Zeneptron's.

Lurking inside this Deiform's Omni-Conscious minds, even for such a short time, had done things to her that made her practically unrecognizable to herself. If Zeneptron were to describe this phenomenon, he'd probably say she was behaving in an OOC fashion, but that was to be expected, right? She floated towards his ridiculously buff body, gravitating towards his cock with an almost irrepressible hunger. She wondered what Rio would think of her if he could see her now, and hoped he wouldn't think less of her for what she was about to do.

While she tentatively approached him, Zeneptron allowed himself a moment to study her physique in turn as she no longer hid beneath the superocean of liquid Nuclear Pasta. The first thing he noticed was her impressively long pink hair, marveling at the silken smoothness of every individual follicle cascading down to her knees in gentle, wavy curls. Her eyes entranced him with their gem-like, reddish-pink coloration, so very like Evilest FS Sefeesta's, and her lips were full, pouty, and polished with an immaculate, unmarred pinkness. There was nary a crack, split, chap, or dryness in sight. They were some of the most kissable lips he'd ever seen on a lesser Goddess before. She had a beautiful face, not quite in the same league as his Eternal Bond Mates, but a step or two above the other girls in the Spirit Chronicles Universe. Unlike Rio's assessment, Zeneptron did not find her beauty to leave him with a cold, fleeting impression.

And then there was the rest of her body. She had an almost perfect hourglass figure, with the so-called child-bearing hips, a thin, toned waist with a cute belly button and flat tummy, and breasts that were somewhere within the C-cup range, or maybe even D-cup. The shape and buoyancy of those breasts were mesmerizing to watch, and her areolas and nipples were as pink as her hair. To cap off her assets, she had long, shapely legs, a perfect, heart-shaped ass, and a beautiful pink pussy that was soaked with her arousal.

Zeneptron's hearts all ticked faster at the sight of her, and he groaned in anticipation as she neared him agonizingly slowly. No matter how many times he saw it, both by willing states of undress and through his all-seeing eyes, Zeneptron couldn't get enough of the female form. It was perhaps the grandest of his creations back when he used Evilest FS Nancinaeku as a template to create every female humanoid throughout his Systems and Totalities in her image. Sure, he wasn't directly responsible for every version of it everywhere, but he appreciated the examples of femininity that were not part of his design as much as those that were. Quite curious how so many of his people had the same general concept of fundamental humanoid forms, no matter their evolutionary shortcomings. The fact he and Nancinaeku alike were born as humanoids was far from coincidental.

Aishia stopped just short of his pulsating cock head, looking up at him nervously while biting her lower lip in a maximally erotic fashion. "I… Hope I do a good job. Bear with me though because this is my first time." She finally said, calling to mind the timelines she and Rio had done stuff like this in the hopes it would aid her otherwise nonexistent firsthand experience. Deciding to just get on with it like ripping off a Band-Aid, she somehow wrapped her plump lips around the massive, tapered tip, almost choking just from that alone. And while Zeneptron's knees damn near buckled, her eyes widened in shock. Holy shit, he tasted incredible! She knew she shouldn't be surprised, but there was no preparing herself for the mini orgasms that supersaturated her every taste cell as she almost climaxed just from putting him in her mouth.

She locked eyes with him, a sudden thrill shooting through her when she saw him looking back down at her. For some reason, his watching her current actions turned her on all the more. Slurping him hungrily, she slowly started attempting to take more of him in. Zeneptron watched her painstaking efforts with rapt attention as her warm, wet mouth suctioned several inches of him, every hum, slight gag, and vibration of her oral orifice sending countless gravitational waves of pleasure cannonading through his innumerous neural networks.

He moaned a low, impossibly deep-voiced sound that made Aishia's heart jolt excitedly. He was enjoying this, and despite herself, despite her telling herself she hated him, she was happy. She managed to get another couple of inches down, now halfway to the base. Her reddish-pink eyes narrowed in determination. She was going to suck all of him, no matter what. She was going to deepthroat him.

She managed to work her mouth over another inch of him when it became too much and she had to pull away to cough and splutter, a line of drool connecting her mouth to his tip.

"You okay?" He asked in a genuinely concerned, gentle voice as she continued choking. A part of him was disappointed by the lack of contact with his cock, but her well-being took precedence. The infinitely vast superocean of molten gold Nuclear Pasta illuminated their bodies with a most deathless beguilement. Aishia took a few seconds to recover, rubbing the water out of her eyes before glaring at the offensive cock that foiled her initial efforts.

'I will not be defeated by this thing!' She stubbornly growled inwardly. Zeneptron quirked an eyebrow at her thoughts, having heard her.

Aishia went right back to sucking him, his head, and several inches beyond disappearing into her mouth in an instant. "Hey, don't force yourself, all right? Take your ti… Oh Fuck! Damn, that feels good~!" Zeneptron moaned in pure bliss as she started bobbing her head over those first 7 inches. She was still hell-bent on deepthroating him, but for now, she had to get accustomed to the maximum she could handle. Her heart beat in sync with countless versions of his.

Her oral skills were sloppy and amateurish, but that had its own unique charm, and she was sucking him as hard and fast as she could. She made that classic soul-sucking slurping sound that would've hurt him a little if it had been one of his Goddesses giving him head like this. Her cheeks bloated from how much he filled her mouth, and Aishia added to his stimulation by lovingly fondling his massive balls, almost slapping her chin despite her not reaching his base.

Zeneptron mewled in delight as the simple yet effective oral technique combined with her ball-play in such a way that he was left throbbing, precum spilling from his piss slit into her mouth as her eyes widened in shock at the maximally ambrosial taste. She broke away from him suddenly with a gasp as her floating body arched upwards and her cunt began to spray heavenward 30 feet like a firehose from the force of her sudden, violently intense climax. Just tasting his precum was enough to set her over the edge. It was that potent. She shook uncontrollably as her entire body contracted with orgasmic, rippling convulsions. Pure energy exploded through her being as she threw her head back and moaned most obnoxiously.

"You look like you enjoyed that," Zeneptron smirked, but if Aishia heard him in her post-nut Nirvana, she didn't respond with words. Instead, something awoke inside of her like a sleeping giant and a passion-crazed gleam illuminated her eyes as she frantically took his dick back inside her mouth and started bobbing her head. Her gag reflex was nonexistent as her sudden burst of nymphomania enabled her to achieve her goal and deepthroat him to the base. She internally whooped in triumph, her victory small but meaningful as Zeneptron gently held her head with his hand, but otherwise let her do the work. He gritted his pearliest white teeth as her actions caused an all-too-familiar pressure to begin building like the almightiest supervolcano.

"Aishia, I'm close." He called out in warning, but she didn't pull away or slow down. If anything, she sped up, bobbing her head from his cock-head to the base as fast as her body could move. The entire time, she maintained eye contact with his Omni-Chromatic quasar oculi, relishing the pure bliss on his face. Her heart beat so hard and fast that for a second it felt like she had more than one.

Zeneptron cried out loud enough to set his boundless inner worlds throbbing. His cock gave one final, tumultuous shudder before it exploded in Aishia's overeager mouth. The pink-haired spirit's moan was muffled by his cock in her mouth. Much like his pre-cum, the real deal induced a blindingly intense, pure energy climax in her multiorgasmic body. Despite this, however, she maintained her oral suction on his penis like a Pitbull on a pant leg and swallowed every galactic jet of semen she could even while in the throes of her peak.

"Ugh, fuuuuck!" Zeneptron roared, every micro-Kugelblitz in the air abuzz with the ferocity of his rapturous utterances. His eyes flashed even brighter than normal with instinctive absolute power, scaling up Aishia's ability to safely handle his unrestrained load, and then he let loose. The pink-haired beauty's eyes widened as she felt her body reinforce itself somehow and Zeneptron's seed continued in seeming perpetuity. Time had unlimitedly less than absolutely zero meaning in this place, but even Aishia could subconsciously feel the eternities passing as Zeneptron filled her belly with what surely had to be its capacity, only for her to continue swallowing and her stomach to continue expanding past its maximum volume. Her belly never once bloated and she never felt full no matter how much she ate what he gave her, and the more he came the more vibrantly she responded in kind just from the taste.

Never had such resounding pleasure surged through every particle and metaphysical aspect of her existence, and she quickly grew utmostly wedded to the taste of his ejaculatory fluids and the feelings he invoked in her. Having said that, despite her newfound œstromania, Aishia was relieved when the overwhelmingly unceasing flow of prostatic fluid finally halted. Equally fatigued and aroused, she slowly, sensually pulled away while creating a vacuum with her mouth, backtracking with a few post-nut head bobs to clean his cock and coax every last drop out of him. She broke away at last, catching her breath properly after breathing through her nose in between mouthfuls for an impossibly long time, Zeneptron's gold-tinged, snowiest cock immaculate and, to Aishia's astonishment, still as hard as ever.

"No recovery period, and a libido to match my Supremest Omnivastance." He remarked with a smirk in response to her thoughts. She pouted petulantly.

"Get out of my head!" She whined, prompting a good-natured chuckle from him. She responded by giggling despite herself at the ludicrosity of the situation.

"Sooo, how did I do? Was it gooood~?!" She asked in a seductively sing-song tone that masked her uncertainty, surprised when Zeneptron shuddered pleasurably in response to the musical intonation.

"It was great! You did fantastic for your first time, especially considering you lack my Goddesses' whoriest nymphomaniacal hyper-competency." He replied at last. She nodded in satisfaction at his answer, trying not to beam dazzlingly at the positive review of her blowjob skills, crude though his phrasing was.

Feeling unbelievably horny, she laid down on her back directly atop the surface of the lava, bearing her sopping wet pussy to him as Zeneptron licked his lips, the provocative image seared onto his countless brains and hearts forevermore. "Please return the favor! We can even go all the way if you want!" She imploringly exclaimed.

Zeneptron grinned savagely, wanting to drag this out and prolong her unresolved hypersexuality. "Beg me some more."

Aishia glared at him heatedly but complied with zero hesitation. "Please, Zeneptron, I beg you. Please fuck me stupidest!" She blushed at the sheer depravity of her words, unable to fathom just how much a single day of being his contract spirit had messed with her personality and psyche. But she was too far gone in the pleasure he'd given her to be so frightened by his presence anymore. She no longer cared about propriety, about all the lives he'd changed for better or worse, or even about what Rio would say. All she wanted was Zeneptron's cock to ruin her for sex with anyone else. Nothing else mattered to her in those moments.

"Your wish is my command, my Holiest Spiritess. Well-played on the use of superlatives, by the way."

Zeneptron was just about to fulfill her heartfelt pleas when a naked body and boobs significantly larger than Aishia's pressed up against his back, and an all-too-familiar voice whispered in his ear.

"I hope you guys don't mind me joining."

Aishia was shocked by their unexpected third party and blushed even more profoundly than before. Zeneptron, however, was overjoyed to see her again, and so soon too.

"Uhly'Opia!" He exclaimed excitedly, considering whether to spin around and greet her properly.

"Don't turn around! Don't look at me, okay, at least for the time being! Please focus on Miss Aishia's pleasure for now Zeneptron, and I'll… I'll all-lovingly worship your pucker and P-Spot Dimensions like the Deiform you are!" She exclaimed shyly as though reading his intentions. She didn't want to be seen by him in a state of undress until she was feeling braver in the heat of the moment. Zeneptron always adored her nigh crippling shyness, relishing the lovemaking sessions under the blankets and with no lighting, or fucking her while she was completely invisible and imperceptible by any normal means, leaving everything to his vividest imagination. She had a classy air about her that made it all the hotter when she finally did get nasty. He could've forced the issue if he desired, and she wouldn't hold it against him, but not for the first time, Zeneptron found he enjoyed it when these things progressed naturally and on the terms of Goddesses like his Uhly'Opia, not his.

He didn't respond with words, instead, he loomed over Aishia with a perverted smirk on his face, and without any further preamble, he laid over the top of her before putting her in the mating press and pounding away at her nubile pussy faster than she could process. Aishia released an ear-splitting shriek at the sudden feeling of deep penetration and direct g-spot stimulation, feeling him rail her to her cervix and back again, tears of unmasked joy streaming from her eyes as she tried to dig her nails into his shoulder blades.

Zeneptron began a brutal series of deep, all-powerfullest thrusts, his balls slapping flush against her elevated ass while roaring gutturally with pleasure. He was doing it, he was finally fucking Aishia raw, just like he'd been fantasizing about since he first manifested in this barrenest godforsaken reality. "Ugh, Aishia, you feel so good!" He exclaimed while bringing her in for a kiss, which she clumsily returned, all inhibitions in their spiritual contract falling away as they became one in body, minds, and Holiest Spirits. Their tongues wrestled for dominance, and while she did her best to kiss him in a way that rocked his world, her inexperience reared its head and she was rendered helpless against his superior expertise. She gave herself to him completely in those moments, and whatever happened afterward was up in the air, but for now, she was his to do with as he pleased.

Aishia couldn't have managed such a coherent response even if she'd wanted to, impotently attempting to match his thrusts while contending with the mind-breaking pleasure. The lava distorted beneath their bodies like the biggest pond ripples ever created, generating Omnivastant gravitational waves and quasar tsunamis so tall they pierced the most infinite plains of Heaven. Uhly'Opia, not one to be left out despite her classy disposition, was busy eating Zeneptron's ass out in the whoriest fashion. Her perfect body phased in and out of the invisibility spectrum in various spots like a shimmering mirage as she stuck her head and entire frame down in his donut hole and began a never-ending journey to suckle his sweetest P-spots. Every prostate gland she found while traversing this Realm of purest gold represented an impossibly indeterminable infinitude of them, and she plunged upon the completely untouched recesses of Zeneptron's ultimate apparatuses of pleasure, boldly going where no one, not even Nancinaeku, had ever gone before. She awakened whole new neural pathways and generated the mass creations of newfangled sets of pleasure receptors within him as she made out with these previously dormant 𝞗-spots, Omni-Infinite-Alphabet Orgasm Inducers, and other Holiest Grails of sexual rapture. She giggled adorably when she saw countless neurons and far more… exotic nerve cells firing at unfathomable speeds from that point of impact. They directly transmitted signals into brand new, freshly unused brains that interpreted them in ways that were equally foreign to any mortal mind, and vastly more vibrantly intense.

Zeneptron damn near came right then but somehow managed to hold off as he gritted his teeth and cried out in pure determination to hold himself back, doing his damnedest to focus on Aishia and the wonderfully wet, warm, gripping sensation of her love canal. With the smallest-minded myopia, he focused solely on Aishia's pleasure. He bottomed her out repeatedly, earning short, breathy gasps and sweet, succulent mewls of delight from her in turn. Her body writhed and squirmed uncontrollably beneath his, and she released another ear-splitting shriek as he felt her suddenly tighten and implode on his dick, spraying his pelvis, cock base, balls, and legs with her sudden, volatile vajizzle.

Zeneptron stopped and smirked, holding his position for now to avoid the risk of hurting her. She wasn't one of his Goddesses, at least not yet, and continuing to thrust when she was climaxing to kingdom cum was a bad idea unless he was planning on making it so she enjoyed it. He couldn't be bothered and was perfectly content to wait a while, especially with that minx Uhly'Opia further up his ass than anyone's ever gone before. "Ghehehehe, you didn't just cum again already. You all right there, Aishia?" He asked her with a smile.

"All good." She finally responded in an infinitely far away, dreamiest voice when her higher cognitive functions rebooted. "More, please. More, more, more!" She added in a desperate mantra, tiredly thrusting against his still-buried cock to further entice him. Zeneptron grinned and was just about to oblige her when his face scrunched up in pleasure suddenly and he went boneless, falling over the top of her with his full weight as Uhly'Opia landed an especially critical hit on him. Undulations of utter fulfillment washed over his entire body as countless Holiest Spirits drooled from his mouth and extended outwards to the gangliest illimitable proportions, piercing the ungraspable dimensionality of his dreamscapes, and projecting an equivalently numberless split-screen rendering of the outside world onto his minds' eyes. His hearts beat unbelievably fast in his faultless Oneiricpotent body, and an Omnivastant Kugelblitz superheated every nerve and nervous system in his body as pulsating, pure energy orgasms overtook him, and he lost himself in them.

"UGGGH! Uhly, FUCKINGEST FUUUCK! THAT'S THE SPOT! RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE! Ah, shittiest shit!" Zeneptron boomed loudliest, his vocalizations deeper than the shadowiest of black holes. He hadn't felt pleasure like that since his first and only time with Tyenaww'Absolootest. Aishia was startled out of her sex-crazed stupor temporarily as he slurped his souls of purest Omni-Neutral USOF Energy back inside his mouth and came down from his high without once spilling his seed inside Aishia. All that orgasmic energy had thrummed through his body instead.

"You all right there, Zeneptron?" Aishia giggled, reverberating his words from earlier as Zeneptron remained immovably fixed on top of her. His weight thankfully didn't bother her thanks to the Omni-Physics of this place being whatever the fuck he wanted them to be.

"All good." He wheezed airlessly, just as Uhly'Opia exited his ass in a flash of iridescent black light, her naked form on full display for the first time as she leaned over the top of Zeneptron's spread-eagled form. Aishia didn't know if it was the nature of this place or her contract with Zeneptron, but she was starting to inherit some of his powers as she continued bonding with him, and his all-seeing eyes were among the first abilities she amassed. Because of this, she was able to perceive Uhly'Opia despite Zeneptron being sandwiched between them, though she had to observe her form around Zeneptron's body rather than through him because he was much too big on the inside for her eyes to penetrate through him. Somehow, light from the imagery she was about to see arced around her lover's frame to make projecting Uhly'Opia's visage onto her visual cortexes possible.

What she saw made her blush and feel self-conscious at the same time, her bisexual awakening happening right then as she beheld a literal Goddess in her transcendentally beauteous form. Time and the most inaccessible dimensions halted entirely in those moments.

Uhly'Opia didn't just possess a perfect hourglass figure, she glowed. She was haloed with hyperconductive iridescent black light emissions that concentrated thickest around her hair which was the same color. Her eyes were composed of impossibly intense iridescent gold irises and pupils permanently shaped like rainbow infinity hearts, making her look like she was perpetually in Ahegao mode. She had Caucasian skin that wasn't as beyond white as Zeneptron's, and which darkened several tints and gained a vibrant iridescent tinge as a result of her full-body blushing, which made it clear her blood was the same color as her hair. She sensed Aishia looking at her and threw her an Anime-Perfect eye smile, making Aishia's blush deepen in turn.

Her perfectly pert, huge tits squished against Zeneptron's broad, muscular back between the shoulder blades, and her beautiful pink pussy flash-flooded the lava beneath them with her aphrodisiacal lubricating fluids. A creatural wasplike figure that put Aishia to shame seamlessly transitioned into long, shapely legs that went on for countless eternities.

Before Aishia could question what this new arrival was doing here, Zeneptron began to thrust once more, and she was lost in an all-consuming haze of pleasure as his pork sword angled upwards to absolutely pulverize her g-spot. Someone screamed, it might've been her or Zeneptron, though perhaps it was both of them. She couldn't tell anymore; she could no longer recall the sound of everything aside from flesh slapping against flesh as Zeneptron once again put her in the mating press position. Uhly'Opia, meanwhile, contributed to his pleasure by kissing Zeneptron's pulse points and wrapping her arms around as much of his obscenely muscular chest as she could, playing with his erect nipples while using his back to give herself boobgasms. Zeneptron came first, oversoaking Aishia's womb with his scalding hot, aphrodisiacal baby batter as he roared his approval. The feeling of him deluging her so completely, combined with his relentless assault on her sweet spots, and the feeling of fullness his Magiconda provided her with were enough to bring about her own completion.

They took less than a second to come down from their respective afterglows before they were back at it again. Zeneptron lined both girls up with their asses and pussies sticking up in front of him, fucking Uhly'Opia in the ass and relishing her shrieks of pleasure as he paid her back for the P-Spot treatment before. Meanwhile, his finger became a vibrational blur of massively hyper-irrelevant motion, which he used to get Aishia off. The instant his hand touched her womanhood, her eyes transformed into hearts, her tongue lolled from her mouth, and she was fucked stupidest as she came more forcefully than she'd ever dreamed of. Zeneptron and Uhly'Opia weren't far behind her as the former filled the latter's ass with his spunk enough to bloat her belly and Uhly'Opia's pussy squirted hellward with the absolutest propellant force of her body's Planck mass white holes. Zeneptron had to hold her fast with much of his strength to keep her from nut rocketing countless yottaparsecs away from their metaphysical locale.

The next session had Zeneptron fucking the both of them while they were in the threesome version of the g-spot jiggy position. He piston fucked Aishia from behind at speeds most impossible while Uhly'Opia licked her from underneath, their 69th position allowing for all parties involved to get each other off in some of the best possible ways. She heard Zeneptron moaning in his patented supremely deep voice as Uhly'Opia licked his frenulum, balls, and even up his ass crack while he continued thrusting inside Aishia, alternating between those spots and her female lover's clit too quickly for the contract spirit to make heads or tails of. Aishia was having the time of her life, an unbelievably hot, smutty ahegao expression splitting her face as she struggled to focus on eating the other girl out from her top position. The twofold assault on her clit and most hypersensitive erogenous zone was enough to make her cum over a dozen times in mere minutes, and both her lovers weren't faring much better as Zeneptron probably filled her womb over a dozen times by now, and Uhly'Opia sprayed her in the face just as frequently.

The entire dreamscape reeked of Zeneptron's skunkiest dick stink and the searing gold lava planet continued to serve as their private dumping ground for every excess drop of ejaculatory fluid. The smell of his splooge was so offensive that it came full circle into being orgasm-inducing, and both girls cried out as they detonated all-exploding cum Novae the instant it hit their nostrils.

When that position got boring, Aishia felt adventurous enough to try something Uhly'Opia called double tribadism as they worked together to get Zeneptron off, his Titanoboa becoming the filling for a vagina sandwich as they ground their pussies along either side of his length. Ironically enough, this felt even better for the girls than it did for him, and they both came five more times in the time it took for him to climax once, though it was a mighty orgasm indeed. Aishia watched in amazement as Zeneptron detonated an infinite yottaton cumsplosion that pierced the heavens and fell back down onto their bodies and the entire planet as an unceasing rainstorm.

The pinkette was shocked when Uhly'Opia danced most worshipfully in it and stretched her tongue out of her mouth in the snakiest of eternal love knots, lapping up the drops of cum from Zeneptron's love'splosion with a fanaticism that genuinely unnerved the spirit a bit. Aishia couldn't help but wonder if that would be her after a few more sessions like this, and felt dangerously tempted to join her. Despite being nervous, however, she couldn't bring herself to stop, not until her metaphysical body gave out. This would not be the only time she did something like this. She recognized that now.

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(Lemon/Lime End)

After hundreds of hours doing nothing but fucking each other silliest in a place where time had no meaning, Aishia could no longer keep up with her two Godliest lovers and found herself drifting in and out of consciousness. Taking pity on her, Zeneptron took a small break from his fun with Uhly'Opia to change his dreamscape to one more befitting of his timeshare's fatigation. A bed made of the fluffiest, heavenliest golden clouds displaced the molten Nuclear Pasta planet as he all-lovingly tucked her into it with a surprisingly, uncharacteristically tender expression on his face.

Uhly'Opia saw him watching over his newest companion with an all-loving look of her own, one which was directed at him.

"I'm glad she had fun despite her initial animosity towards me. What she experienced back there was but a small taste of the happiness and mind-breaking pleasure girls like her deserve, a pleasure that only I have the power to bring her. And I will bring her it, mark my words, her, and the other gorgeous girls in this universe. I've been told I don't deserve this power, and those people are probably right, but as long as I make you all happy, then who the fuck cares? So, what about you, Uhly? Are you happy with me?" He asked his Eternalized Love Goddess.

She giggled and quirked one of her perfectest eyebrows. "I just spent the last 500 hours fucking you out of your skull without a scintilla of regret, completely unprompted, and of my own volition. What do you think, silly?"

Zeneptron chuckled. "Fair point. I would say it has something to do with the nymphomania I induce in all of you and nothing more, but I think we both know I can't make you feel anything you don't wish to feel, certainly not like I can these mortals. Thanks for always having my back. Thanks again for the new outfit design. I'll be sure to cherish it always."

"Says the man who let it dissolve on that lava planet so he could get naked." Uhly'Opia sniggered teasingly, and he sweatdropped sheepishly.

"Hey, I can grow it back just as readily. And I will, later, but you and I still have at least another Max Level USOF Cardinal set of rounds left in us, and I ain't stopping until one or both of us can't possibly go anymore."

Uhly'Opia took a step closer to him. Her modesty was tossed out the window as her classy act fell away to reveal the slutty bombshell contained within. She offered him a sinfully sweet, innocently seductive smile, which contrasted nicely with her nude form. "I'm ready to continue whenever you are." She promised him, and Zeneptron grinned savagely. Aishia slept in blissful unawareness as her two paramours continued railing each other senseless in the waking world for the entire night, sharing the bed Zeneptron had been given at the palace while doing so. Little did the pink-haired spirit know that this was only the beginning, and she'd join them in the material world even sooner than she thought.