Chapter 305: The Last and The First

[A/N: I will drop the rest of the ranks in a few Chapters...]

The chambers of Ash currently held all his women...

Nia, Vaeloria, Seris, Sonna, Yonna, Raven, Katherine, Summer, Celeste, Elara, Layla, Seraphiel, Aurelia, Sylvie, Mira, Diana, Lithia, Madison, Rune, Aeloris, and even Fay and Sia were here.

It went without saying Elysia and Creara both were present as well.

And each of them froze the moment the cocoon finally cracked open...

An immense pressure of pure desire flooded every fiber of their bones.

It wasn’t like when he was Original Desire, when his mere existence, built affection and allowed those near him to have a better view...

No—even though these women were all his, they all felt a surge of pure lust and overwhelming love.

It was crazy to say... but these women’s love was rushing towards a point that no meter could gauge.

"What... the hell is this?" Aeloris asked as she had never felt such lust.

Her—much like Seraphiel and a few others—they didn’t know just how deep Ash’s previous desire had run. Most of the newer wives grew affectionate through flirting or his downright claims...

Now, though, they all were feeling such desire one hundred-fold.

Lithia licked her lips as her pink eyes glowed.

"Oh... can’t you tell? Master is about to fuck us... through the stars~"

Such a statement would’ve usually earned some teases... but each woman here currently had similar thoughts.

"It’s been far too long since I’ve been commanded..." Seris muttered as her panties were soaked.

CRACK!!!!

The cocoon finally shattered and Ash was there. Light spilled outward in a slow, rippling wave, and at the center he was suspended in a fetal position as if the universe itself were holding him.

He was completely naked and his form had of course changed yet again.

As Ash’s body unfurled, stretching open from its fetal curl, his form was revealed in full—and it was nothing short of perfection.

Nia’s breath hitched.

She hadn’t been touched, hadn’t even been looked at—yet her eyes were locked on him, drinking in every detail of his transformed body.

The flawless alabaster skin, the way the tattoos now curved along the sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones, the red streaks in his hair catching faint light like embers, the quiet power coiled in every relaxed muscle.

And that was all it took....

Heat coiled low in her belly—sudden, vicious, like a hand had reached inside and twisted. Her thighs clamped together on instinct... which only made it worse.

The pressure ground right against her swollen clit and sent a bright, electric jolt racing up her spine.

She whimpered—tried to swallow it—but failed.

"Ah! My Ashy!~"

In that moment not just her... but each woman gulped as they came instantly... Even someone that was forgotten...

Aurora—she was still present in the room... and much like her mothers... she was in a state of lust, love, and shock.

Ash, however, was occupied with matters far removed from the outside. As currently he couldn’t perceive anything happening outside the cocoon.

With this evolution, he had gained far more than before.

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Now he stood before a blank canvas — a space eerily similar to the Lower Dimension he had once destroyed.

But this one was untouched, unshaped, waiting.

After absorbing his incarnations, he realized something unexpected.

He gained nothing from any of them aside from the last and the first. It was clear he inherited Erosence from the most recent incarnation.

But from the first... he gained something far greater — the very thing Lucy sought when searching for the Orb of Origin.

He gained the core of the Essence of Origin, a force holding the power of dimensional creation.

Back then, Ash had used the Orb of Origin on Elysia after evolving it into Isness.

Now, though, his understanding far surpassed such things.

This essence held the very rules of existence—laws, concepts, trans‑concepts—and the information it contained spanned the entirety of the Lower and Middle Dimensions.

The Higher Dimension... it was different, and he couldn’t perceive its information yet.

This was also why he couldn’t see too deeply into the First Incarnation’s memories. After this evolution, Ash hadn’t risen in rank, but his existence had grown into that of a Seventh‑Dimensional being—

Someone capable of surviving up to the 69th Heaven of the Middle Dimension.

"An entire Lower and Middle Dimension for myself?" he murmured with a smile.

That’s right... aside from the Origin’s essence, he had gained an entirely new Lower and Middle Dimension, and even his Eye of First Dawn had evolved to match his new state of existence.

Seeing this, he smiled but didn’t act on it. Technically, this brought his total to four dimensions if he excluded the Sacred Dimension.

"Once I handle business in this Ninth Organism... I’ll begin expanding my own verse."

[A/N: Nothing much changed in his Status screen... aside from him gaining comprehension of all Transconcepts...] :)

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With a thought, he left the dimension. It resided within him... yet it wasn’t in the same space as the original Lower Dimension he had created.

When he finally opened his eyes... he was welcomed to quite a scene. He stood floating bare inside of the chambers... and all his wives were...

Uhh, well completely naked and some, were already clinging to him... literally.

The air in the vast chamber was thick—humid with the scent of arousal, mana, and the faint metallic tang of desire so potent it almost tasted like copper on the tongue.

Seris and Diana were already on their knees before him.

SLURP!

SLURP

!

Seris—had both hands wrapped around the base of his cock, her thumbs stroking slow, deliberate circles while her tongue traced lazy figure-eights along the underside. While Diana—worked the tip with short, hungry sucks, using her tongue flicking against the slit on every upstroke.

And the rest wouldn’t be his wives if they too weren’t already busying themselves as well.

Nia pressed against his left side—her mouth hot and open against his neck, sucking hard enough to bruise even his skin.

One hand slid down his spine, nails raking lightly; the other cupped the back of Seris’s head, guiding her rhythm with gentle insistence. If she was going to take her treat... she should at least please him well, right?

Vaeloria stood at his right, as she kissed along his jaw, slow and reverent, teeth grazing his earlobe. Her fingers traced the new red streaks in his hair.

Sonna clung to his chest—as melodic lullabies were reduced to broken, needy gasps against his collarbone. Her thighs rubbed restlessly against his hip, slick and desperate, her hands clutching his shoulders like she might fall if she let go.

Yonna had wrapped herself around his waist from behind— thighs locked around him, grinding shamelessly against his lower back while she sucked bruises into the nape of his neck just like Nia.

Raven sent pure essence of emptieness that coiled around his arms like living restraints—while her hollow eyes glowed brighter, lips brushing the inside of his wrist before she bit down softly.

Katherine and Summer flanked his hips... well what was left.

Their hands roaming in perfect tandem, one set stroking his balls while the other teased the sensitive skin behind them.

Their mouths met over the head of his cock whenever Diana pulled back.

Celeste hovered slightly above—while she leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, then lower along his throat.

It went without saying that every woman in the room moved instinctively, filling any open space they could find. They even shifted positions with quiet understanding, each giving the others room without tension.

From above, the scene resembled a kind of living harmony— a wordless, synchronized pull toward Ash, a symphony of longing and devotion woven through every breath.

Ash blinked slowly—taking in the sight, the heat, the overwhelming press of bodies and need.

Surprise flickered across his features, only briefly before his golden eyes softened with understanding... and then... a smiled formed onto his face.

"Haha, My loves... what a pleasant way to welcome me back." As he said this his gaze drifted past the sea of flushed faces, parted lips, trembling hands—

And landed on.... Aurora.

She stood near the edge of the chamber—long white-blue hair disheveled, golden eyes wide, music symbols spinning frantically. Her dress clung to her skin from the sudden heat flooding the room, chest rising and falling in shallow, unsteady breaths.

She took one hesitant step forward.

Then another.

Her bare feet padded softly across the marble—slow, almost trance-like—drawn toward him like every other woman in the room.

Ash watched her approach, his expression unreadable as his golden eyes glowed softly.

He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head at the scene before him. His women were... well, completely overwhelmed by his aura — so much so that they’d clearly forgotten Aurora was still in the room.

He simply waved his hand sent her away.... though he knew that wouldn’t change much in the long run.

It would at least give a bit of time.... time he didn’t plan on using any other place but here.