The Great Weeb Tournament had reached unparalleled levels of madness. Cosmic energies crackled in the air as gods, warriors, degenerates, and ultimate waifus continued their endless battle—not just for supremacy, but for sheer indulgence in the ultimate multiversal crossover orgy.
But beneath the layers of pleasure and absurdity, something far darker stirred.
The Overlord's Fatal Mistake
The God of lust, in his usual floating throne of degeneracy, grinned as his favorite champions indulged in his twisted arena. He had grown comfortable in his power, believing he could do anything without repercussions. But what he failed to realize was that there were lines even within the depraved realm he created.
Among the new arrivals, Yumeko Jabami, the thrill-seeking gambler, had been teasing various fighters with dangerous games of chance. Meanwhile, Hinata Hyuga, despite her shy nature, had been adjusting surprisingly well to the carnal chaos—perhaps due to the overwhelming influence of the environment.
But then, it happened.
One of the lesser Overlords, a grotesque, corpulent deity of indulgence, overstepped his bounds. With a twisted smirk, he forcefully grabbed Yumeko and Hinata's tits and rapped them, believing that in this lawless domain, even consent could be ignored.
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
Every participant—heroes, villains, gods, and fools—who had been reveling in their own debauchery suddenly froze. Their pleasures had been indulgent, yes, but always within the realm of mutual enjoyment.
This act was different. This was a violation of the sacred rules of degeneracy.
Yumeko's whole body was covered in cum. Hinata, trembling, felt her skin getting ripped as the overlord violently got into the mood.
A deep, bone-chilling silence fell upon the battlefield.
And then—all hell broke loose.
The Collapse of the Tournament
Luffy, who had been arguing with Denji about who had the bigger dick, suddenly turned, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with something lethal. "Oi… what did you just do?"
Denji, who had been boasting about his 80th time getting laid, stopped mid-sentence, his grin twisting into something murderous.
"Hey, hey," Gojo cracked his knuckles. "I was enjoying myself, but this? This is where I draw the line." His blindfold fluttered as an ominous pressure filled the air.
Even Aizen, who had been completely engrossed in his god-complex and manipulating reality itself, narrowed his eyes.
Then, before anyone could stop it—chaos erupted.
Gojo, limitless power surging, was the first to attack. His Hollow Purple tore through the sky, disintegrating the lesser Overlord before he could even scream. The arena trembled as his power shattered reality itself.
Tanjiro, his anger finally exploding after seeing everything unfold, activated Sun Breathing, his blade scorching the heavens as he vowed to burn this place down.
Eren, who had been seething ever since the tournament started, finally snapped.
With a deafening roar, his body shifted, bones snapping and regenerating as he transformed into his Titan form, obliterating entire sections of the battlefield.
Kazuya, who had somehow ended up in the middle of the destruction with a massive boner, tried to run but accidentally sprinted straight into the women's bathroom.
"This is it," he muttered, panicking. "This is how I die—a dog surrounded by divine-level degeneracy."
Meanwhile, Urahara and Yoruichi had been investigating the arena's corridors, and at that exact moment, they felt it.
A presence. A dark, all-consuming energy.
"Aizen," Urahara muttered, adjusting his hat. "That bastard is making his move."
Aizen's Ultimate Betrayal
Unbeknownst to the others, Aizen had already left the battlefield.
"This entire tournament… was a joke," Aizen murmured to himself, wiping blood from his face. "I have studied this Overlord's creations. I understand the structure of his dominion." His eyes gleamed with godlike arrogance.
With a mere whisper, he cast an illusion, making the remaining Overlords believe harem party is still going on, allowing him to walk freely into their most sacred luxury chambers and take more calculated decisions.
"They don't even realize they are inches away from death.," he smirked, sipping divine ambrosia as the other Overlords ejaculated in waves, overwhelmed by the orgiastic energy of the tournament.
But Aizen was beyond this now.
This place was merely a stepping stone.
"I need more," he muttered. His hunger for power had become insatiable.
And so, he turned toward his next target—Kaguya Ōtsutsuki.
The Aizen's Definition of Entertainment
With a single step, Aizen tore through space-time and descended upon the pocket dimension where he kept Kaguya tied up.
"Sex doesn't entertain me. But, tormenting a holy being does.", said Aizen while slowly removing the clothes of defenceless Kaguya.
"Kyoka Suigetsu"
Aizen, while shapeshifting to Madara, held her breast on his palm and begin the torture by aggressively kissing followed by rough penetration.
Kaguya was resisting but what could have stopped the power house like Aizen.
Only screams, moans and groan echoed.
Then.
After a while.
She started liking this.
"Aizen, I want to suck your dick not that bastard's. Re-gain your original form and punish me as if I am your bitch!", Kaguya said before sucking Aizen's finger.
"Well, well, well. You are my guest today. Your wish shall be granted."
Both went god mode while fucking.
They tried cowgirl to face off, missionary to G-Whiz, Spork to The seashell and keep on trying new positions.
Was there any sex position left for Aizen to try? I guess not.
The Great Tournament Plunges into Madness
Back in the arena, reality itself began to collapse.
The destruction of the lesser Overlord had destabilized the structure, causing multiple universes to merge chaotically.
"Is this the doing of Aizen?", Urahara muttered.
Mini dimensions spawned, trapping groups of characters together in bizarre scenarios.
Kazuya, completely clueless, found himself stuck in a luxurious penthouse with Fieren, Nobara, and Orihime.
"The hell is this? A hotel room?" Kazuya muttered.
Orihime blinked. "There's an unlimited food supply."
Fieren tilted her head. "And a single king-sized bed."
Nobara cracked her knuckles. "We might as well make the most of it."
Kazuya gulped.
Meanwhile, the remaining intelligent characters—Urahara, Johan Liebert, and Orochimaru—began devising a way to restore balance…
…while Denji and Luffy were STILL arguing about who had the biggest dick.
To be continued…