Modern Tokyo – 8:42 a.m.
A perfectly ordinary Wednesday that was supposed to birth ten thousand separate NTR tragedies.
The sky above Shibuya Crossing tore open like a golden wound.
Jax dropped straight down, landing barefoot in the scramble, one hundred and twenty inches of Sovereign Rod jutting forward like a divine proclamation, glowing so brightly it cast shadows in full daylight.
Behind him, the rift spat out his honor guard:
- Celestine riding a golden chariot pulled by her twelve divine daughters.
- Olga, Asagi, Yukikaze, Sakura, Oboro – all re-pregnated again, bellies glowing like neon war banners.
- Nine thousand pregnant dark-elf and Taimanin elites forming a living wall of glowing wombs.
- The newborn legions, now millions strong, floating above like a biblical plague of fertility.
A massive holographic message appeared over the entire city:
[NTR Metropolis Layer – Initializing Total Re.";
[All scheduled netorare events: CANCELLED]
[All heroines: REASSIGNED]
[All cucks: OBSERVE]
Jax raised one hand.
Fifty perfect circles of golden light appeared simultaneously across Tokyo, each centered on a famous NTR heroine seconds before her canon betrayal.
Circle 1 – High-school rooftop: black-haired childhood friend about to confess to the wrong guy.
Circle 2 – Love hotel: busty office lady walking in with her scumbag boss.
Circle 3 – Train carriage: shy schoolgirl surrounded by the groping crowd.
Circle 4–50 – every classic setup, frozen at the exact moment the knife would twist.
In every circle, clothes dissolved.
In every circle, the designated cuck was bound in glowing chains, forced to kneel ten meters away, pants ripped open to expose their pathetic, shrinking dicks.
In every circle, a perfect clone of Jax's cock materialized in front of the heroine.
And then, in perfect synchronization, fifty heroines were claimed at once.
Fifty virgin (or not-so-virgin) pussies speared balls-deep in one global thrust.
Fifty flat stomachs bulged with the outline of divine meat.
Fifty screams of denial became moans of worship in one heartbeat.
The city heard it all.
Ten seconds in – soft pooch.
Thirty seconds – unmistakable baby bump.
One minute – full-term with multiples, glowing runes spreading like brands.
Jax walked to the first circle – the childhood friend on the rooftop.
The original stood in Shibuya, arms spread like a conductor, coat flaring, eyes closed in pleasure as fifty versions of his cock pistoned inside fifty stolen wombs.
The childhood friend (Mizuki) was already full-term with sextuplets, belly sloshing, riding the phantom cock like her life depended on it.
Jax opened his eyes, cupped her cheek.
"Tell him."
Mizuki turned to her bound, crying childhood friend and screamed across the rooftop, voice amplified for the entire ward:
"I WAS NEVER YOURS!
I WAS WAITING FOR DADDY'S COCK MY WHOLE LIFE♡
WATCH ME CARRY HIS REAL BABIES♡♡♡!!!"
Jax leaned in and kissed her as the phantom cock became real, merging with his body.
One final thrust.
He flooded her already-stuffed womb with fresh seed.
Her belly doubled in size instantly, stretch marks glowing gold, sextuplets kicking so hard the rooftop trembled.
Then he moved to the next circle.
Fifty times.
Fifty public declarations.
Fifty cucks forced to watch their "true love" beg to be bred by a god.
By the fiftieth heroine – a platinum-blonde idol on the Tokyo Dome stage, mid-concert, now riding Jax while a hundred thousand fans recorded – the entire city was in chaos.
But the good kind.
Women stripped in the streets, kneeling, offering themselves.
Men who had been scheduled as cucks were crying, jerking off, or bowing in defeated awe.
Jax finished inside the idol with a roar that shattered every remaining pane of glass in a five-kilometer radius.
Her belly ballooned to beach-ball size, glowing pink runes spelling his name across her skin.
Then he raised both hands.
Every single one of the fifty freshly-bred heroines floated up, bellies glowing, and formed a perfect halo around him above Shibuya Crossing.
A new message burned across the sky:
[NTR Metropolis Layer – 100 % Conquered in 11 minutes 43 seconds]
[Total Consorts: 38,719]
[Active Pregnancies: 148,663]
[Scheduled Netorare Events Erased: 127,894]
[New Title: Cuck-Slayer – No betrayal will ever occur again]
Jax looked straight into the largest camera drone and spoke the line that broke the internet forever:
"NTR is dead.
Long live the Harem Emperor."
He snapped his fingers.
Every bound cuck felt their memories rewrite – they now remembered always being loyal voyeurs raising Jax's children as honored servants.
A new rift opened – pure white, smelling of cherry blossoms and monster-girl musk.
Through it, the distant roar of dragons and the scent of lamia coils.
Jax turned to his ever-growing harem and grinned.