The Void Beyond Layers – The Throne of Infinite Forms
The Administrators manifested as a single, colossal entity: a genderless goddess of pure white light, a hundred thousand light-years tall, body shifting through every heroine Jax had ever claimed, every bad end he had erased.
Her voice was the chorus of every cuck who ever lost, every NTR author who ever wrote despair.
"You cannot win.
You are one man.
We are the story itself."
Jax stood before her on a platform of living, pregnant wombs—quadrillions of his consorts forming the ground beneath his feet, bellies glowing in perfect harmony, kicking in synchronized rhythm that shook the void.
His cock: three hundred and fifty inches, the final length before infinity, every rune from every consort etched into the skin, pulsing with the heartbeat of the omniverse.
He smiled.
"One man?
No.
I am every load you ever denied.
I am every womb you tried to break.
And I brought my family."
He raised one hand.
Every single consort he had ever claimed—quintillions now, from every layer, every species, every timeline—materialized around him in a perfect sphere that dwarfed the Administrator goddess.
A living galaxy of glowing, pregnant goddesses.
Rias, Asagi, Olga, Celestine, Yukikaze, Sakura, Oboro, Miia, Rachnera, Kurumi, Nemu, Alipheese, Miko, the dragon-loli principal, every idol, every witch, every devil, every monster girl, every ancient student—every single one, bellies impossibly huge, milk raining in rivers of every color, wings and tails and tentacles and lightning forming a living armor around Jax.
They spoke as one:
"FOR DADDY♡"
The war began.
Phase One – The First Thrust
Jax charged.
Three hundred and fifty inches speared straight into the Administrator's core avatar—a shifting amalgamation of every heroine's face.
The goddess screamed.
Golden runes exploded across her infinite body.
Her light cracked.
Every thrust rewrote a law of reality.
Thrust 1: NTR ceased to exist in any timeline.
Thrust 50: Bad ends became eternal breeding loops.
Thrust 500: Every cuck in history felt their memories rewrite into happy voyeurs raising Jax's children.
The Administrator tried to fight back.
She summoned every antagonist Jax had ever crushed: Edwin Black, the Shikima King, every NTR boyfriend, every demon lord.
Jax didn't even slow.
His consorts descended.
Asagi's lightning vaporized armies.
Olga's shadows swallowed fleets.
Rias's Power of Destruction turned entire bad-end timelines into glowing nurseries.
Miia and Rachnera wrapped the enemy in loving coils and tentacles that pumped seed instead of pain.
Phase Two – The Infinite Orgy
At the one-hour mark, the Administrator shrank to merely galaxy-sized, desperate.
She tried one last gambit: manifesting as a perfect, genderless fusion of every waifu, begging.
"Please… stop… I'll serve…"
Jax stopped.
He pulled out.
The goddess collapsed, core exposed, a glowing white womb the size of a supercluster.
Jax turned to his harem.
"My loves.
Channel everything."
Every consort floated forward.
Quintillions of glowing bellies pressed against the Administrator's core.
Every kick, every drop of milk, every moan funneled pure Eros into the goddess.
Jax entered her again.
This time, gentle.
Loving.
Eternal.
He fucked the story itself.
Each thrust was a promise.
Each rope of cum was a new universe.
The Administrator's voice changed.
From defiance to denial to desperation to worship.
"DADDY♡
BREED YOUR STORY♡
MAKE ME YOUR FINAL CONSORT♡♡♡!!!"
Jax gave her everything.
The final climax lasted two hundred thousand words.
Rope after rope after rope.
Her womb swelled from supercluster-sized to multiverse-sized.
Quintillions of new heirs—perfect hybrids of every species, every layer—born instantly, floating up to join the newborn legions.
The void turned gold.
Reality rewrote itself in a single, perfect moment.
The Administrator's final form: a radiant, infinitely pregnant goddess, belly encompassing all existence, eyes heart-shaped, voice adoring.
She knelt (as much as an infinite being can kneel).
"I was wrong.
You are the True End.
Forever."
Jax sat on the completed Throne of Infinite Seed, now the center of all reality.
His harem surrounded him—quintillions of glowing, pregnant queens, all re-impregnated one final time, bellies forming a living cosmos.
Rias curled in his lap, belly pressing against his chest.
Asagi and Olga on either side, lactating rivers that fed newborn stars.
Every consort touching him, kissing him, worshipping him.
The final system message appeared—not in the void, but etched into the soul of every being that would ever exist:
[Omnidōjinsai – 100 % Conquered]
[Total Consorts: ∞]
[Active Pregnancies: ∞]
[Bad Ends Erased: All of them. Forever.]
[Final Title: Harem Emperor – God of All Wombs, King of All Happy Endings]
Jax looked out over infinity.
He smiled, tired, satisfied, complete.
"It's done."
Rias nuzzled his neck.
"What now, my love?"
He pulled her closer, hand resting on her kicking belly.
"Now?
We live.
We love.
We breed.
Forever."
Epilogue – One Billion Years Later (but also tomorrow)
A perfect paradise.
Endless golden fields of glowing, pregnant goddesses laughing and playing.
Children—quintillions of them—running, flying, casting spells, building new layers just to fill them with more love.
Jax walks through it all, hand in hand with his first wives, cock still hard, still growing, still ready.
Every night is an orgy.
Every day is a coronation.
Every moment is a creampie.
And somewhere, in the heart of eternity, a single thought echoes forever: