The Weight of Forty Billion Years

During the war with the Goddess Department, the Dimensional Lord felt a wave of dizziness as he reflected on the past. Dangerous! And it’s still ongoing right now.

The weak could not speak or act according to their emotions, or they would immediately find themselves on the road to what humans called hell. Hell eventually releases you, but I don’t even have that option. Will I have to live more than forty billion years before he might finally die? He will never be defeated outright, but after such an endless life, he might grow weary and choose suicide? Since he was also a Creator, the very idea of suicide was laughable.

The fact that makes even an Absolute bearing every title shudder in fear is that he still considers himself insufficient to reach his goal and continues to undergo grueling training.

Everyone knew what his goal was. To realize eternal happiness and prosperity in this beautiful world.

How arrogant and idealistic a goal that was. Anyone with even the slightest understanding of the world would mock it, yet the moment he declared his stance, the entire universe trembled.

After becoming a saint, he has walked toward that goal step by step for forty billion years.

Because his purpose was happiness and prosperity, although countless battles had occurred, almost no one had died in the wars he waged. He simply beat every enemy to the brink of death and forced their submission. Many foamed at the mouth, claiming that was even more humiliating, but what came afterward was far more terrifying.

During his rule, countless beings were judged and culled simply because they did not align with his goal. Gods who lost in certification trials or competitions vanished into the Spirit Realm, demons into the Purgatory Realm, and those with potential were sent to the Spirit Realm Waiting Area. The powerful ones who had fought him, given up, or fled were all captured, transformed into Substitute Gods, and recycled to strengthen other universes.

Only endless evolution and development could prevent the end of the beautiful world. His unyielding will to grow stronger shook the Creators to their core. Their collective proposal to serve him as Creator God King rather than endure the harshness of the process was brutally ignored, ushering in an era of endless struggle.

He is so overwhelmingly powerful that he needs no faction or anyone’s loyalty. Now, forty billion years after he began walking solely toward his goal, Creators who voluntarily accept his will are finally beginning to emerge. To defeat him, they drive their own worlds into even harsher infinite competition, grow stronger, and issue repeated challenges.

The Creator of the 499th Master Universe where the Dimensional Lord resided was also a Creator of Will who had recorded many challenges and crushing defeats.

I have become incomparably stronger. This time, I will repay every humiliation I have suffered.

Every time he shouted that clichéd line and launched another reckless challenge, it was said that the Creator General and the Demon Emperor wanted to die from the sheer stress.

That’s their problem. Right now, I have my own troubles to worry about. In any case, he doesn’t annihilate us, and as long as we don’t give up or run away even in defeat, there’s no real harm, is there?

Though the Creators and the highest echelons of power had to endure beatings to the brink of death for the sake of appearances, it was still better than what the titled Dimensional Lord received.

Even an Absolute who bears a title bestowed by him receives no mercy. On the contrary, they say he beats them several times harder.

Creators do not die, but the Dimensional Lord would face eternal judgment for the slightest mistake.

With such brutal thoughts of the past and future swirling in his mind, the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠desire that had surged within him instantly cooled. No. If desire rises here, even I would call myself insane.

While the Dimensional Lord was thinking this, his manhood remained buried inside Granraha’s anus without moving. She, too, seemed to have recovered somewhat from the initial panic of the first penetration. The hand that had been flailing in the air now pressed against the floor as she let out a thin, trembling moan.

“Huuuuu…”

The sight of the ever-arrogant and icy Granraha shedding tears while only able to moan stirred something deep within him. The noble goddess ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠who had fought to maintain her reason even while receiving divine power recovery was gone. Only a goddess who had abandoned everything and now sobbed helplessly remained.

And whenever his manhood so much as twitched with the urge to move, she would press her body desperately against his, as if begging him to stay still.

The other goddesses watching this scene all lay with their buttocks exposed, trembling with fear, yet none tried to flee. Even the virgin goddess simply squeezed her eyes shut and covered her ears, waiting.

Even the black-haired goddess, who had always been so open and enjoyed sex, is terrified. It really must be frightening. Then again, just the insertion alone reduced a combat-type goddess like Granraha to this state. It’s almost unbelievable.

He remembered the time when he had performed the devotion pledge’s divine power recovery in Hera’s form. The black-haired goddess had fed him a great deal of her love nectar before clinging to him.

She had pulled her lips slightly away from the manhood she was sucking, concentrated her vitality for a long moment, then smiled and pressed her mouth to his, pouring it directly inside.

“Hohoho. Here! Drink this too.”

“Ugh—! Hng—!”

The black-haired goddess kissed him deeply, feeding her vitality straight into him. A burning heat like the strongest liquor slid down his throat, endlessly igniting his body.

A desire far stronger than the love nectar he had unknowingly drunk before threatened to seize his consciousness.

Hera, who had been embracing the Dimensional Lord’s manhood inside her for the devotion pledge’s divine power recovery, spoke with a flustered face as if rebuking him. The manhood buried in her vagina had grown impossibly hard and swollen. A fiery heat surged into her womb.

“Hng—! What… what are you doing? Why are you feeding me more love nectar instead of removing it? And it’s concentrated—!”

“Let’s go all at once—! Then we can enjoy it slowly—! Kahahaha—!”

“Have you lost your mind from absorbing too much vitality? You want me to accept the authority of your love nectar? Even you, its creator, can’t handle it! You idiot—!”

“Kahahahahaha—! What will happen if the two of us share it?”

“Stop talking nonsense and release it right now—!”

“It can’t be released, so I was absorbing it myself. If we release the divine power along with it, it’ll be refreshing. Let’s go. Oh—! It seems the Dimensional Lord has finally found the will to do it properly.”

In truth, the Dimensional Lord felt as if desire was burning every inch of his body. He pressed Hera’s unsealed body down onto the sofa.

The manhood lodged in her vagina—which could not move at all, only her lower body lifted—swelled to the point of pain. Grabbing the breasts of the desperately struggling Hera, he thrust his hips downward like a hammer.

“Wait—! This is only for divine power recovery! Hng—!”

Thrust—!

He drove the burning manhood as deep as possible into Hera’s vagina, forcing her cervix open in a single stroke and plunging into her womb. Having already been inside her for a long time, sufficiently stimulated and holding back his climax, the moment his mind was made up he began filling her womb with vitality.

Then, to quench the immediate fire, he ejaculated.

The heat as if lava were being poured in—the authority of the love nectar—made Hera flinch and try to shut off her senses, but the propagation of the authority inside her womb was overwhelmingly fast. An endlessly rising desire began devouring her reason.

“N-no—! It’s… it’s hot. My… my body!”

“It really is fast. Well, it has been condensed for all eternity.”

At those words, Hera screamed, forgetting even her desire.

“Sh-shut up!”

The aphrodisiac effect of the black-haired goddess’s nectar was terrifyingly strong. If she did not dispel it, it would keep even male main gods in heat for over a year.

Even when he had been the Main God of the Divine Realm, her nectar had been an object of terror for the male gods.

Her beauty was extraordinary, but those charmed by her or marked by her had to endure nearly a century of vitality and divine power recovery through endless sharing. Many male gods had suffered because of it.

Her physical strength and authority were absurdly powerful, allowing her to toy with the male main gods who shared divine power with her. The humiliation was beyond words, and the effect of the love nectar made it impossible to stop the act. It was so bad that after sharing divine power with her even once, every male god would become completely drained and either avoid eye contact or run away.

Yet, drawn again by her beauty and bold personality, once they recovered their divine power they would swarm her like bees to honey. It was truly absurd.

Her love nectar produced an extreme aphrodisiac effect and state of arousal. She had fed the Dimensional Lord what she had condensed over eternal years.

The eyes of the Dimensional Lord, who had just ejaculated his vitality into her womb, blazed like torches.

“You… you crazy woman—! Did you pour everything you’ve been holding back all this time into him?”

“If it wasn’t at least this much, I didn’t think I could break through the Dimensional Lord’s mental and physical control. If I couldn’t, there would be no point in doing this. Still, I may have overdone it. Can this even be handled?”

Gogogogo—!

The black-haired goddess watched the eleven rings of divine power floating above the Dimensional Lord’s head shine brilliantly as they restored his vitality at a speed matching what he had just released.

“It truly surpasses even a main god’s imagination. It seems to rival Granzoa’s ‘Infinite Restoration’ authority.”

The manhood that had just released a massive amount of vitality did not subside. Instead, it swelled even further, veins bulging prominently.

Hera desperately tried to pull the Dimensional Lord’s manhood from her vagina, but his physical ability—honed through extreme training—was among the highest of all main gods. It was impossible.

Hera is strong, but with her seal released she is now an authority-type. Her struggles are futile.

“Haaak! Ahhng!”

Hera screamed as his manhood moved mindlessly back and forth between her vagina and womb with no consideration or foreplay. Using the already-ejaculated nectar as lubricant, moans and nasal cries mixed together as the vicious aphrodisiac and arousal effect of the love nectar crashed over her.

With her heated body pressed into the sofa and her buttocks raised high, the Dimensional Lord moved in a trance, endlessly thrusting his manhood.

His glans pried open the entrance to her womb, thrusting and rubbing mercilessly fast inside her vagina. The authority of the love nectar overwhelmed the defenseless Hera.

From her repeatedly contracting vagina and womb, his vitality flowed out in frothy waves.

“Kyaaaa—! Q-quickly dispel the nectar effect—! Kya—!”

“Kahahaha—! Yes! This is truly enjoyable. Shall I also become a complete mess after so long? In the past the cowards all avoided me and it was annoying. This time I can finally enjoy myself.”

Distinct muscles rose across the black-haired goddess’s body. Delicate muscle lines appeared on her elastic abdomen, golden divine power gathered at her cute navel, and wrapped around her like a belt.

A golden belt manifested around her impossibly slender waist. The light of authority that began there endlessly elevated her physical abilities.

Twice the effect of the maximum power a main goddess could wield ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was applied to her slender arms. The authority and strength activated from a normal main god could miserably subjugate intermediate main gods. In this state, no main god could compete with her in raw power. If the opponent was an authority-type, she could even defeat a high main god through strength alone.

In that state, she seized the waist of the Dimensional Lord, who had lost all reason to desire.

Hera, too, seemed barely able to maintain her sanity. She panted, simply accepting him.

“Here—! First, let’s calm the Dimensional Lord. Then I’ll have a taste too.”

“Q-quickly pull it out!”

“Uuuu—!”

Sluuurp—!

Because she overwhelmed the Dimensional Lord’s physical ability, a light tug was enough to separate them. It was even easier because the Dimensional Lord had nearly lost his reason from the mixed divine power of the love nectar and Hera’s womb.

Seeing Hera’s vagina—covered in golden pubic hair—drenched in his leaking vitality and love nectar, the black-haired goddess’s eyes sparkled.

Even with my senses as one of the strongest normal main gods, I cannot analyze it. The divinity is similar, but this is at least two stages above in conceptual authority.

The black-haired goddess quickly sent her analysis results to Hera through her will.

As expected of the Dimensional Authority, famous for being difficult. The potential and authority still cannot be grasped? This means it is an authority above high main god—perhaps even the highest. As expected, he will become a Creator God. But I wonder exactly how powerful it is? At this rate, it seems we won’t be able to gain perfect immunity to dimensional authority?

Wh-what are you saying?

I’m saying we should gain immunity through our partner’s authority. The Dimensional Lord is too powerful. We need to obtain some level of immunity. Otherwise, would I have gone crazy and volunteered for something like this? They pushed me into it too.

You’re still being cautious? After all the tests and even performing the devotion pledge?

Of course—! If we make a mistake, the balance between male and female gods will collapse and this divine realm will be finished. You worked hard to create this opportunity, so obtain it quickly.

Who would do such a thing when he isn’t even a partner and it isn’t divine power provision? Guuuuk—!

When the black-haired goddess leaned back against the sofa cushion and lowered the Dimensional Lord onto Hera’s raised abdomen, his manhood naturally settled between her enormous breasts, the tip of the glans pointing at Hera’s mouth.

The Dimensional Lord roughly squeezed her breasts with both hands and rubbed the tip against her chin. Hera tried to avoid it, but a scream burst from her lips.

With the Dimensional Lord’s entire body pressing down on Hera’s supine upper body, there was no escape.

“Hng! Uuu! S-stop it—!”

The black-haired goddess had truly intended to do it—exchanging vitality without any divine power provision to obtain authority immunity.

Still holding the Dimensional Lord, the black-haired goddess sent her will with a playful expression.

It seems impossible to stop anyway? Given our position where we cannot marry despite being lovers, it is practically the same as being partners. It would be good for us to have some immunity to each other’s divine power. If we ever stand together on the battlefield, it would be terrible if we harmed each other with our authorities, wouldn’t it?

Uuu—! Don’t say such ridiculous things—! I am Granzoa’s superior god and have already received divine power provision from him. Moreover, if I receive authority immunity on top of that when it isn’t even divine power provision, what excuse could I possibly give? Hiiiiik—! You—! Have you truly gone mad? Uup—!

The black-haired goddess buried her mouth in Hera’s vagina, licking up the Dimensional Lord’s vitality and accepting it as divine power.

At the sudden, unexpectedly intense caress, Hera’s lips parted. Through the gap, the now-unrestrained Dimensional Lord’s manhood thrust deep inside.

Hera’s enormous breasts were crushed beneath his buttocks, her nipples twisting and rubbing between them.

The Dimensional Lord’s manhood moved mindlessly back and forth in her mouth, stimulating her without giving her a chance to breathe. It rubbed against her tongue and the roof of her mouth as if piercing them.

Even Hera felt as if she would completely lose her reason. Though she tried to spit him out, he gripped her head tightly with both hands and shook his waist. She could only endure.

“Uup—! Up—!”

Hera could only produce breathless nasal sounds. Meanwhile, the black-haired goddess extended her tongue into Hera’s vagina, stirring her clitoris and inner walls, drinking the Dimensional Lord’s vitality and further strengthening the authority of the love nectar. Hera’s mouth opened wider, and eventually she swallowed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠even his glans into her throat.

My body has already exceeded the limit of what it can absorb in vitality and divine power. It is in a saturated state. Accepting any more vitality will have no effect.

If authority was activated in this state, one could obtain a degree of immunity to the opponent’s authority.

However, gaining authority immunity was not an act of supplying or recovering divine power. It was an exchange of divine power based on pure trust in one’s partner.

It is also a sexual act in which one unconditionally accepts the opponent’s authority and divine power and pursues only mutual pleasure.