Tokyo Demon Dome – three nights after the coliseum
Sixty thousand demons and brainwashed humans packed the stands, every seat sold out for Yukikaze Mizuki's "final" concert. In canon, tonight she would be kidnapped mid-encore, dragged off stage, and gang-raped for three days straight until her mind shattered into a permanent cum-slut smile.
Not tonight.
The house lights died at exactly 20:00:00.
A single white spotlight stabbed down onto center stage.
Yukikaze stood alone in the circle of light, nineteen years old, twin blonde ponytails, electric-blue micro-bikini that barely contained her perky C-cups, thigh-high lightning stockings, microphone glowing like a lightning rod.
The opening chord hit.
The crowd roared.
Then the sky above the dome split open with a sound like a million orgasms at once.
A vertical slash of molten gold tore reality itself.
Jax stepped through, barefoot, black imperial coat open, forty-one inches of Sovereign Rod already fully erect and dripping glowing pre-cum that hissed where it touched the stage.
Asagi waddled at his side, belly now a perfect, taut sphere the size of a beach ball, skin glowing with shifting golden runes. Milk leaked in steady streams from her swollen nipples, sizzling on the floor and forming tiny lightning elementals that danced around her ankles.
Yukikaze's voice faltered mid-lyric.
The microphone slipped from her fingers.
The entire dome heard the wet sound it made when it hit the stage.
Jax caught it before it rolled away.
He brought it to his lips.
"Good evening, Tokyo. Tonight's show has a new finale."
He tossed the mic back to Yukikaze.
She caught it on pure muscle memory, eyes locked on the impossible cock swinging between his thighs.
[Target: Mizuki Yukikaze – Status: Virgin (all holes)] [Hidden Affection (past-life worship): 98/100 → 100/100] [Womb Readiness: Forced lightning estrus – ovulation in 5… 4… 3…]
Jax walked forward until the head of his cock brushed her lower lip.
Yukikaze's knees buckled.
She dropped the mic again.
This time Jax let it fall.
He cupped her chin, gentle.
"Strip for Daddy."
The bikini dissolved into blue sparks.
Perfect pink nipples. Flat stomach. Smooth, dripping slit already clenching on nothing.
The crowd started screaming, some in rage, some already jerking off.
Jax ignored them.
He lifted Yukikaze by the waist, turned her to face the sixty thousand witnesses, and bent her over the central speaker tower, ass high, ponytails draping the floor.
Then he looked straight into the biggest camera drone.
"Oboro. I know you're watching. This is what happens when you touch what's mine."
He dropped his coat.
Forty-one inches sprang free, glowing, veins pulsing gold.
Pre-cum dripped in thick ropes that sparked where they hit the stage.
Yukikaze whimpered, pushing her hips back desperately.
Jax lined up.
One stroke.
He slammed balls-deep in a single thrust that punched the air from her lungs and made her petite body jolt forward a full foot.
Her scream was pure ahegao, high, broken, perfect.
The outline of his cock bulged her flat stomach outward like a fist trying to punch through skin.
Blue-white lightning exploded from the point of connection, Yukikaze's signature color, now permanently bound to his seed.
The dome's sound system overloaded and died in a shower of sparks.
Jax started fucking her in earnest.
Slow, brutal, womb-killing strokes.
Every impact lifted her feet off the ground.
Every withdrawal left her pussy gaping, clinging to his shaft like it was trying to suck him back in.
Her ponytails whipped with every thrust.
Drool poured from her open mouth in a continuous stream.
On the tenth stroke, her first orgasm hit.
She squirted so hard it arced fifteen meters and drenched the front row.
[Yukikaze Mizuki – Class Evolution: Thunder Idol Sovereign] [Pregnancy Confirmed – Quintuplets (all girls) – Gestation: 120 hours]
Her belly began to swell in real time.
Eleven strokes, barely noticeable curve.
Twenty strokes, soft pooch.
Fifty strokes, unmistakable baby bump.
Jax never slowed.
At the hundredth stroke, her belly was already the size of a six-month pregnancy, glowing electric blue, lightning crawling over it in perfect sync with his thrusts.
He leaned over her back, one hand sliding under to cradle the growing swell, the other tangling in her hair.
"Tell them who you belong to."
Yukikaze's voice came out broken, slutty, adoring.
"I'm… no longer your idol… I'm his breeding sow… I'll sing only when his cock is inside me… Watch me get pregnant live♡♡♡!!!"
The crowd lost its collective mind.
Jax entered the final gear.
The stage cracked beneath them from the force.
His balls drew up.
He buried himself to the hilt and roared.
The first rope of cum shot into her womb with enough pressure to make her belly jump visibly.
Second rope, her belly rounded further.
By the tenth rope she was full-term with quintuplets, skin stretched thin and shining, navel popped, lightning storms raging under the surface.
Yukikaze's final orgasm was apocalyptic.
She screamed his name so loud the remaining glass in the dome shattered.
A ring of blue lightning exploded outward, knocking every demon in the first twenty rows unconscious, pants soaked with involuntary cum.
Jax stayed inside her, pumping rope after rope until her belly was the size of a beach ball and sloshing audibly.
Only then did he pull out, slowly.
A solid minute of glowing cum poured from her ruined pussy in a continuous waterfall, pooling on stage and beginning to spark with tiny lightning elementals.
Yukikaze collapsed forward, hands cradling her massive, kicking belly, tears of joy streaming down her face.
She looked up at him with heart-shaped pupils.
"Thank you… Daddy…"
Asagi waddled forward, milk spraying in rhythmic arcs, and knelt beside her new sister-wife.
Their bellies pressed together, lightning dancing between them.
Jax turned to the cameras again.
"Tell Oboro the next one's Sakura. I'll be at her school tomorrow."
He scooped Yukikaze into one arm, Asagi into the other, both women nuzzling his neck, bellies glowing and kicking in perfect harmony.
A new rift opened, pink and smelling of gunpowder and cherry blossoms.
He stepped through without looking back.
The last thing the audience saw was the main holo-screen replaying Yukikaze's final ahegao face on endless loop, belly glowing, the words burned across it in permanent lightning:
SECOND CONSORT – PROPERTY OF JAX KUROGANE
[Harem Counter: 2] [Pregnancies Active: 8 (Asagi 3, Yukikaze 5)] [Next Target: Igawa Sakura – Tomorrow, 3:15 p.m., Tokyo Demon Academy rooftop]