Time twisted as Kaito gripped the goddess's wrist. Reality folded inward, and in a blink of blinding silence, they were gone—ripped from the mortal world and flung into the Elysian Core, the realm between divinity and death.
A platform of starlight stretched beneath him. Endless sky above, galaxies swirling like breath. And floating at the edge of this impossible horizon—the Council of Eternal Law.
Seven divine beings. Cloaked in white flame. Eyes empty. Faces obscured.
Kaito stood alone before them. No harem. No weapons. Just the power burning in his chest.
A voice boomed—not spoken, but felt in the bones.
"Kaito Tanaka. Mortal error. Soul out of alignment. You stand accused of stealing divine privilege through unnatural bonds."
He smirked. "You're saying I fucked my way into godhood?"
A second voice: "You altered fates. You bent women of chaos, destruction, purity, vengeance—into devotion. How?"
"I didn't force them," Kaito said, stepping forward. "I earned them. Their bodies. Their fears. Their trust."
A third voice hissed like wind over a blade. "You speak of trust. But you are a harem lord. Built on lust."
He laughed bitterly. "If you think lust is weakness, you've never been worshipped properly."
The goddess—the one who brought him here—stood beside the tribunal, silent.
She didn't defend him.
Not yet.
But her eyes burned. With what—fear? Regret? Desire?
Maybe all three.
---
The platform shifted. A trial by words would not be enough.
> They would test him with memory.
A glowing orb appeared.
Inside: Aya, curled in darkness, her first night after being broken by the warlords who raised her.
"You touched this broken soul," a god spoke. "Instead of healing, you seduced."
Kaito's voice hardened. "I didn't heal her after. I did it while loving her. She begged to feel alive again. I gave her a reason."
Another orb.
Lilix, kneeling over a body, hands stained with blood, her first kill.
"She was a killer."
"She was a girl taught only to survive. I didn't punish her for it—I held her hand while she cried over what she'd become."
More visions. Velyra's betrayal. Seraphina's fall. Celestia's crisis of faith. Ravyn's exile. Nyxa's rage.
He stood through all of them. Never flinching.
"I didn't just sleep with them. I made them seen. I made them real again."
---
The gods went silent.
But something stirred.
One final test.
A golden platform formed beneath his feet.
And on the other side of it stood—
The Goddess. No longer veiled. No longer divine.
Now? Perfectly human.
Nude. Vulnerable. But burning with divine energy barely held in her soft, trembling frame.
"You want to keep your power?" she said softly.
"Then break me."
She stood naked before him.
Not veiled in radiant divinity—no.
Now, she was raw. Exposed. Breasts softly rising with each breath, her thighs clenched with tension, her golden eyes no longer godlike… but hungry.
The divine platform pulsed beneath their bare feet like a living heart.
"I was never meant to feel desire," she said, stepping closer. "I was born of law. Of symmetry. My power comes from order. But watching you… touched something inside me."
Her voice dropped—shaky, shamefully honest.
"I watched your harem surrender. Not because you forced them. But because they wanted to lose to you. They loved it. They loved you."
She placed a hand against his bare chest, over the glowing sigil.
"I want to understand that."
Kaito's breath hitched, but he held steady. Her touch was light—so light it trembled. A goddess, not in command, but in curiosity. Her lips hovered close to his.
"You can take me," she whispered. "Use me. Claim the highest divinity as yours, and ascend."
He didn't move.
She frowned.
"You hesitate?"
"No," Kaito murmured. "I'm just deciding… whether to fuck you like a goddess—"
His eyes narrowed.
"—or make you beg like a woman."
The goddess shivered.
---
He stepped forward. Grabbed her wrist. Pulled her against him—flesh to flesh. Her breath caught as her nipples brushed his chest, as his thigh pressed between hers.
She gasped. Not from fear. From anticipation.
"You want to feel submission?" he said in a low voice. "Then kneel."
Her eyes widened.
"Wh–what?"
"On your knees," he commanded.
She resisted for half a heartbeat.
Then, slowly, impossibly…
The Goddess of Eternal Harmony sank to her knees.
---
Around them, the gods of the tribunal gasped. The stars blinked. Universes flickered.
Kaito towered above her, cock hard, veins glowing with divine desire.
"You came to judge me. Now you're at my feet," he whispered. "Look what you've become."
The goddess tilted her head, face flushed.
"Then finish it," she said. "Use me. Break me. Do what they all fear."
But Kaito didn't thrust.
Not yet.
Instead, he leaned down. Took her face in his hands.
And kissed her.
Gently.
Tenderly.
Humanly.
Her body trembled, and tears escaped her perfect eyes.
"You don't want to be broken," he whispered. "You want to feel. You've lived forever with worship… but never with touch."
She whimpered. "It hurts. This feeling… it's too much…"
"Good," he said. "Because that's how love starts."
---
He lifted her—strong, slow, dominant.
Laid her down on a bed of starlight that bloomed beneath them.
And entered her with one deep, controlled thrust.
She cried out—not from pain.
But from release.
---
The divine sky shattered with color.
The gods screamed.
And the world below—Elandria—trembled.
This wasn't sex.
This was creation reversed.
A goddess moaning his name as he gripped her thighs.
As she writhed, clinging to him.
As her control slipped, and her heart bloomed.
Her nails dug into his back.
"Faster—Kaito—please—"
He kissed her neck. "Beg like a mortal."
She sobbed. "I—need—more…"
And when she came, the heavens collapsed.
Light surged. The tribunal vanished. And from her lips came a single scream:
> "Kaito—take everything—!"
---
When it ended, they lay together, naked in the stars. Her body curled beside his, broken in the most beautiful way.
She whispered, dazed, "I... understand now. Chaos is not the enemy of order. It's its lover."
He smiled, brushing hair from her face.
"Then don't stand above us anymore. Join us."
The stars were quiet.
The platform gone.
Kaito lay in soft breath beside the goddess—no longer radiant, but human, mortal, beautiful.
She slept, curled against him like a lover. Her divine markings faded. Her body, warm. Her soul, finally hers.
But then… the light died.
Not flickered.
Died.
A new presence bloomed behind the darkness. No shape. No color. Just a pressure, ancient and wrong.
> A voice older than time whispered into Kaito's skull:
"You awaken the flesh. You bind the hungry. You take what is mine."
Kaito sat up, instantly alert. The goddess beside him stirred, confused—fear flashing in her eyes. "No… it can't be…"
A figure emerged—not from above, but from within the shadows.
He had no true form, yet stood like a man.
His skin pulsed with pleasure and pain intertwined.
Eyes? None. But he saw.
And when he spoke, the air moaned.
> "I am the Father of All Flesh. The Seed of the First Sin. The Creator of the Touch that Tempted Eve."
Kaito rose, naked but unafraid. His body still glowing with divine heat. "What do you want?"
> "To test you," the being said. "You have claimed what no mortal should. You have made pleasure sacred again. That is dangerous… even to me."
With a single motion, the world collapsed.
---
Kaito found himself inside a mirror realm—a twisted version of his memories.
He was in Aya's chambers. Then Lilix's bed. Then Celestia's divine bath.
Each room flooded with phantom versions of his girls. Naked. Seductive. Desperate. Whispering.
"Touch me."
"Use me."
"Prove I'm yours."
But none of them were real.
They writhed. They screamed. They taunted.
> "You love them?"
"Or do you just need them to love you?"
The voice echoed in his bones. The test wasn't physical—it was truth.
Kaito clenched his fists. "You're not testing my lust. You're testing my heart."
> "Correct," the Father of Flesh said. "Because I was once like you. I loved. I was loved. But in the end, I turned it into hunger. And hunger devours love."
A final illusion formed.
The girls. All of them. Chained. Screaming. Used.
And in the center: Kaito himself—laughing, cruel, devouring them without care.
> "This is who you could become."
Kaito stared.
Then he stepped into the illusion—and stabbed himself through the heart.
The false Kaito crumbled. The chains vanished.
He stood among light again.
"No," Kaito whispered. "Lust is not my weapon. It's my language. I don't dominate to feed. I do it to connect."
> Silence.
Then… laughter.
Not cruel.
Pleased.
The figure stepped back. Shrinking. Fading.
> "Then you have passed. Take what is mine… and make it yours."
---
A seed appeared in Kaito's palm.
Black. Glowing red at the core.
The Origin of Lust.
The voice faded:
> "But beware… even kings can fall to hunger."
The seed vanished into his chest.
And for the first time in existence…
the God of Flesh bowed.
---
Kaito awoke—truly this time—in the palace courtyard. The girls were gathered. The goddess was kneeling beside him.
Aya ran to him first. "You disappeared—what happened?!"
He stood slowly, his body changed. His aura… uncontainable.
"I've become what even gods feared."