The golden portal rippled like the surface of a pond touched by a storm.
Its glow swelled until it folded inward—then burst, swallowing Radahn, Kaguya, Gojo, and Rin in a single cosmic sweep.
The world bent, tore, then stitched itself anew—darkness, light, and then…
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"P-please… don't take my daughter!"
The voice shook, raw and collapsing.
A battered man, face swollen from blows, body caked in dirt and blood, knelt low in the streets of a grand island-slum.
Stone towers loomed like rotten teeth, the scent of salt and sweat clinging to every breath of air.
The man pressed his forehead to the ground, arms trembling as he pointed toward a shadow just behind him—a girl, bound in ropes, gagged with cloth soaked in tears.
Her eyes, red from crying, stared wide with hopelessness. Barely twelve years old.
Before them, an obese figure stepped forward, his outline bloated inside a white, astronaut-like suit, a reflective visor hiding his face entirely.
His boots gleamed unnaturally clean against streets of filth. Gold jewellry jingled on his stubby fingers as he raised a gun toward the man.
"You dare gaze upon me?" the bloated figure spat, voice muffled and mechanical through his helmet.
"When I said I'll take her as my thirteenth wife, who are you to object?"
The man pressed his palms harder, sobbing.
"P-please, Lord God… she's only twelve… take anything else… my life, my work, but don't—"
The figure sneered beneath his glass dome.
Another voice sweet and cruel cut through the air.
A woman—his companion—lounged on the lap of a burly man like a queen on a throne.
Her gloved hand lifted lazily, clicking the safety off her pistol.
"Pathetic," she hissed with boredom, and without hesitation.
bang!
A single shot pierced the man's chest.
His body jerked, collapsing in a pool of blood.
His scream echoed into a final, strangled cry as the watching crowd trembled, bowing lower, no throat daring to intervene.
The young girl muffled a horrific wail from behind her gag, shaking violently as another Celestial Dragon guard yanked her forward.
"Tch. Let's go. I cannot stand this filth anymore," the woman added, dusting off her white dress shoes as though even the act of speaking among the "commoners" sullied her lips.
Around them—in alleys and storefronts—the other citizens remained on their knees, foreheads pressed to the sour brick ground.
Silent.
Helpless.
Terrified.
A few meters away, another kneeling man dared whisper as bootsteps approached. He didn't look up fully, only raising his eyes enough to see shadows cast against the dusty stone.
Just feet—no faces.
"O-Oi…!" he hissed at those who stood.
His lips quivered.
"Bow down quickly, all of you…!! I-It's the Celestial Dragons! If you don't… you'll all die. T-They'll never let you off—"
But the figures before him did not move.
Instead, the faint shimmer of a golden circle flickered silently around them—a perfect, serene ripple, just for an instant—then was gone.
Still, they stood.
And then… a voice.
"Bwahahaha!!"
Laughter rang out.
The sound broke the choking silence, slicing through the oppressive dread like the first ray of sun after storm.
"Yo, who are these midgets in astronaut helmets?! Is this some Dollar Store cosplay convention I wasn't invited to?"
Every gaze snapped toward the voice.
The crowd froze in stunned horror at the sheer audacity.
Even Rin—laughed out loud before slapping a hand over her own mouth.
Matatabi on her shoulder flicked her ears incredulously; Isobu just yawned.
Gojo Satoru stood grinning, hand lazily in his pocket.
"No, seriously," he added,
"someone tell me if this is Comic-Con. 'Cause if this is the competition—" he gestured at the bloated contrast of luxury and ignorance
"—then y'all should've stuck with Among Us helmets. Way more drip."
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Even the ocean waves beyond the island seemed to hold still.
The Celestial Dragons—the so-called "gods" of this world—froze, helmets gleaming, before their faces contorted in uncontrollable rage.
Their fat, pampered frames nearly shook with fury as their helmets turned toward the group who dared stand upright.
The kneeling townsfolk, trembling, risked the faintest glance upward. And when they did—
Their breath caught.
Not pirates.
Not revolutionaries.
Not anything they could recognise.
But something indescribably… higher.
At the front, a gigantic man clad in shining golden armour, as if a War God made incarnate—the very air bowed under his silent might.
To his right, another man with a cocky grin, standing beside a teenage girl in flowing robes, with two plushie beings on each shoulder and floating just to the side, a pale-haired woman who looked untouchable, regal, as if she was birthed before this world itself.
They did not kneel.
The air itself froze.
The once-laughing market had gone hollow, filled only by the sound of ragged breaths and a thousand bowed foreheads grinding against dirt in unworthy prayer.
And then—one of the Celestial Dragons tilted forward, his bloated, white-suited form trembling with a grotesque excitement.
Drool pooled at the edges of his lip, spilling across his helmet's respirator as his gaze locked upon the radiant newcomers who stood bathed in light.
"GUARDS!" his muffled voice shrieked through the dome. His stubby hands flailed forward with greed.
"Capture them… I want them at my side now!!"
He found himself unable to tear his gaze away from two enchanting women, Kaguya and Rin.
He had completely imagined the scenario in his mind by now and this would be the last time he would feel Ecstasy in his imagination ever again.
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Celestial Dragon Clapp's hormones raged, his thoughts consumed by the tantalising visions of what he could do to them.
Rin, her youthful figure barely developed, yet radiating an innocence that was impossible to ignore.
Her small, perky breasts were hidden beneath her thin robes, and her hips, though narrow, hinted at the promise of a tight, untouched entrance and the thought of ripping off her clothes and pushing his thing into her made Clapp's heart race.
He imagined her gasping, her eyes wide with terror, as he filled her for the first time.
"he-He-he"
Kaguya, on the other hand, was a vision of mature beauty.
Her face was as smooth as silk, and her body was a testament to her maturity and Her full, round breasts strained against her robes, and her wide hips begged to be gripped.
Clapp could already feel himself growing hard at the thought of giving her a hard, passionate fuck from behind, her ass bouncing against his hips as he pounded into her.
Clapp was lost in his thoughts, his mind filled with lewd images of what he could do to these two beautiful women and He could already feel his little member straining against his pants, eager to be released and buried deep inside them.
He knew he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He had to have them, and he had to have them now.
Afterward, he would proudly show off his new conquests to his friends.
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Even in front of hundreds, his perverse chuckle rattled against the glass visor. "Yes… perfect additions… perfect trophies…!"
Nearby, the female Celestial Dragon raised her voice instead, sharp and venomous. Draped in pearls and lace that mocked elegance, she pointed a jeweled finger toward Radahn, her tone commanding like a spoiled child choosing toys.
"I want the golden giant!" she declared coldly, her eyes gleaming.
"He will make a fine pet! And that pale-haired boy—" she gestured viciously at Gojo—
"I want his eyes. The one who will gouge out the eye first will get the reward of one of the girls around him!"
"O-oi , they are mine."
"Ugh! Okay , after you're done with them. Just lend one of them to my slaves."
"Okay but only temporary."
A wave of dread rippled through the kneeling crowd.
Many dared not move, unsure if a glance upward would see them executed like the man before.
"…This group is finished," someone whispered, trembling.
"…Unfortunate," another murmured with pity, forehead pressed to the ground so hard it bled.
And yet, Some—allowed themselves only a stolen glance at the ethereal forms standing tall and their hearts skipped.
Not pirates; surely not.
Their beauty was too flawless.
The golden warrior seemed bathed in otherworldly fire, a monarch born of starlight.
The white-haired youth, too casual, grinned sharper than any blade; confidence wove into one untouchable figure and the pale-haired goddess floated with grace enough to shame the heavens plus the girl with fire in her eyes—though still young—but developing at right places made their heart skip a bit.
Suddenly , the air around them turned hot.