The Eternal Academy – a pocket dimension outside time itself.
Gothic spires, cherry-blossom courtyards, classrooms stretching into infinity.
Every student a minimum of 5,000 years old, trapped forever in the body of an 18-year-old (or younger-looking) immortal.
Lolis who watched empires fall.
Shotas who toppled gods.
All legal. All ancient. All about to learn the true meaning of "after-school activities."
The sky above the main courtyard split open at exactly 8:00 a.m. bell time.
Jax descended on a throne of living, pregnant futanari dragons and golden tentacles, three hundred and twenty inches of Sovereign Rod fully unsheathed, glowing with every rune his trillions of consorts had gifted him.
Behind him poured the final invasion force:
- Rias riding a crimson chariot pulled by her twenty devil heirs.
- Alipheese and Miko Mido fused in a permanent belly-to-belly embrace, both still leaking from the last fusion.
- Every major queen from every conquered layer, bellies the size of moons, milk raining in rivers of every color.
- One hundred trillion floating battle-angels forming a living halo that eclipsed the sun.
The moment his foot touched the courtyard marble, every student (tens of trillions) felt their bodies lock into perfect mating-press position, legs spread to the sky, pussies and asses dripping in synchronized desperation.
The principal (a 12,000-year-old dragon-loli in a too-small uniform) tried to activate the barrier.
Jax flicked one finger.
The barrier turned into a giant glowing condom and wrapped the entire campus, sealing them in with him forever.
He spoke, voice calm, amplified by every school speaker that ever existed:
"Class is in session.
Today's lesson: How to carry Daddy's heirs for the rest of eternity."
He started with the student council.
Ten million "first-years" (all ancient beings) lined up on the main stage, legs spread, bellies twitching.
Jax walked the line.
One thrust per student.
One instant pregnancy per student.
One collective scream that shattered the time barrier around the academy.
Bellies ballooned in perfect synchronization (hundreds of thousands, millions, billions at once).
By the end of the first row, the stage was a sea of glowing, kicking, impossibly pregnant lolis and shotas screaming:
"DADDY♡♡♡ MORE♡♡♡!!!"
He gave them more.
Classroom 1-A: 500 million vampire lolis chained to desks.
He fucked them across every desk, every chalkboard, every window, leaving glowing bite marks that turned into pregnancy runes.
Classroom 2-B: 1 billion shota traps bent over in perfect rows.
He claimed every one, turning their tiny cocks into glowing golden replicas that self-impregnated them from behind while he filled them from the front.
The library: ancient succubus librarians silenced forever by cock.
The swimming pool: mermaid lolis bred underwater until the pool turned to amniotic fluid.
The rooftop: dragon-loli delinquents, now reduced to mewling, tail-wrapped fertility idols.
By lunch break the entire campus was a single, endless orgy of glowing bellies.
Jax sat on the principal's desk (now a breeding altar), three hundred and twenty inches buried in the dragon-loli principal while she lactated molten gold onto the attendance sheet.
Every student in the academy (hundreds of trillions) was now visibly pregnant, bellies glowing in perfect synchronized patterns that spelled his name across the sky.
A final pulse swept the layer.
Every side character, every background student, every teacher hiding in a closet felt it at once: instant teleport to the courtyard, instant impalement, instant pregnancy.
A new message burned into the eternal sky in letters of living milk and cum:
[Eternal Academy Layer – 100 % Conquered in 4 hours 44 minutes]
[Total Consorts: 127,448,991,003,447]
[Active Pregnancies: 3,827,469,730,112,000 (and rising)]
[New Title: Eternal Headmaster – Time itself now measures years in pregnancies]
Jax looked out over his final school (quadrillions of glowing, ancient, pregnant students on their knees, bellies forming a living ocean of light).
He smiled, slow and final.
"Class dismissed.
Forever."
He raised both hands.
Every single pregnant student floated up, forming a perfect sphere around him (quadrillions of glowing wombs orbiting their god like a galaxy of fertility).
A new rift opened at the center (pure white, pure gold, pure everything).
Through it: the distant, furious silhouette of the Administrators.
Jax's grin turned feral.
"Final exams begin now."
He stepped through, quadrillions of pregnant goddesses following like a tide of light.