April 30th – Midnight
Tokorozawa Academy of Magic, rebuilt in the Ero-Verse as a towering black cathedral of flesh and stone.
The moon was blood-red and swollen, dripping like an open womb.
Jax descended through the broken skylight of the grand ritual hall, one hundred and forty inches of Sovereign Rod glowing with unholy crimson scripture that rewrote itself with every heartbeat.
Behind him poured the honor guard of four conquered layers:
- Celestine, wings fully spread, belly dragging from her sixth consecutive divine litter.
- Olga riding a throne of living shadow cocks that kept her constantly full.
- Miia, Rachnera, Centorea, Rias, Kurumi Imari, every major queen, bellies glowing like war suns.
- Four billion floating battle-angels, lamias, devils, and newborn demigods forming a living storm overhead.
Below, the entire student body and faculty waited in perfect ritual circles:
- Kurumi Imari in the center, red hair, black witch uniform already torn.
- Reika Kitami at the north point, habit trembling.
- Every witch, schoolgirl, teacher, and possessed victim from every Bible Black, Discipline, and Starless scene arranged in concentric rings of naked, ovulating flesh.
The moment Jax's feet touched the pentagram, every candle turned black and began leaking liquid cum instead of wax.
A message in letters of living blood burned itself into the air:
[Bible Black / Euphoria / Starless Layer – Commencing Eternal Walpurgis Breeding Night]
[All curses, sacrifices, and bad ends: CONVERTED TO FERTILITY RITES]
[Objective: Turn every witch, nun, and victim into a glowing, eternal broodmother]
Jax raised one hand.
Every girl in the hall felt their wombs ignite at once.
Kurumi Imari was first.
She tried to chant the counter-spell.
Jax was already in front of her.
He grabbed her by the throat, lifted her until her feet kicked, and slammed her down onto his cock in one merciless thrust.
One hundred and forty inches punched through witch pussy and kissed the back of her soul.
Kurumi's scream was the sound of every dark ritual in history being overwritten by raw, divine breeding.
Black runes exploded across her body, then flipped gold.
Her belly bulged from navel to throat.
By the tenth thrust she was full-term with twelve witch-daughters, skin glowing, eyes heart-shaped.
By the fiftieth she was larger than Celestine had ever been, belly sloshing with enough seed to drown the hall.
Jax came.
The first rope shot so hard her belly jumped a full foot outward.
Twenty ropes later she was a cum-inflated fertility idol, black witch hat floating like a crown, twelve glowing fetuses already casting spells from inside her translucent womb.
He pulled out.
A solid minute of glowing black-gold cum poured from her ruined cunt, forming a perfect magic circle that branded the floor:
FIRST WITCH-CONSORT – PROPERTY OF THE SOVEREIGN
Kurumi collapsed, hands cradling her impossible belly, voice broken and adoring.
"Master… my magic is yours… my womb is yours… breed your coven forever♡"
Reika Kitami tried to summon her demon.
Jax caught it mid-manifestation, crushed it into a ball of black light, and shoved it straight into Reika's womb alongside his cock.
One hundred and forty inches + one compressed demon = instant overload.
Reika's habit exploded off her body.
Her belly ballooned with a hybrid litter of twelve nun-demons, each wearing tiny inverted crosses that turned upright under his seed.
She came so hard her scream shattered every stained-glass window in the cathedral.
One by one.
Every named witch.
Every background schoolgirl.
Every possessed victim from the basement.
Jax walked the circles like a priest administering the filthiest communion in history.
- The art club president – claimed mid-painting, belly swelling until it painted the canvas with glowing runes.
- The student council – lined up on the altar, twelve bellies inflating like balloons on a string.
- The entire swimming team – in the flooded basement, water turning to amniotic fluid as he bred them underwater in a 200-girl orgy.
By 4:00 a.m. the ritual hall was a sea of glowing, kicking, impossibly pregnant witches.
At 5:55 a.m. the final circle activated: the original Euphoria cast.
Nemu, Kanae, Rinne, and the rest chained to the central cross.
Jax rewrote the cross into a breeding rack.
One thrust per girl.
One instant pregnancy per girl.
Nemu's belly ballooned with twenty, eyes rolling permanently white.
Kanae's with fifteen, glasses fogging with tears of joy.
Rinne begged: "More… make it never end♡"
He gave her thirty.
At 6:00 a.m. sharp, the blood moon reached its peak.
Jax stood at the center, surrounded by fifty thousand glowing, sloshing bellies.
He raised both hands.
The final pulse swept the entire layer.
Every side character, every demon, every victim hiding in a closet felt it at once: instant teleport, instant claiming, instant pregnancy.
A new message burned into the sky in letters of living cum:
[Bible Black Layer – 100 % Conquered in 6 hours exactly]
[Total Consorts: 11,447,891,003]
[Active Pregnancies: 187,662,003,447]
[Bad Ends Converted: ALL]
[New Title: Antichrist of Fertility – Hell itself now produces only heirs]
Jax looked out over his new coven (billions of witches, nuns, and schoolgirls on their knees, bellies forming a galaxy of dark stars).
He smiled.
"Mass is over.
Go forth and multiply.
Forever."