The Milk Sea was calm for the first time since its birth. Its surface shimmered under the light of the swollen moon, glowing like a womb swollen with stars. From its depths rose sighs, moans, whispers—the voices of the Firstborn, murmuring to one another in secret.
The Daughter of Floods floated on the waves, her hair spilling like rivers, her breasts leaking milk that formed new tides. Around her gathered hundreds of her siblings—sons with cocks glowing white-hot, daughters dripping with seed and nectar, all of them radiant, all of them beautiful.
And yet, their eyes turned toward the throne above the world. Toward Kaito.
"He fucks us with love," the Daughter whispered, voice trembling with reverence, "but he keeps the crown on his cock alone."
Her brothers growled, their shafts twitching, spurting milk into the sea. One thrust his cock deep into the water, and the sea moaned like a womb penetrated. "Father is endless… but so are we. Why should only he decide?"
