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It was over.
The battle to reclaim Humanity’s future was finally done.
After all the sacrifices, the tears, the goodbyes, the pain.
Ritsuka finally achieved victory over the Foreign God.
After humanity returned, all of Chaldea celebrated in one big party.
Drinks were shared, a feast was prepared, and everything was jolly all around.
Yet a thought lingered in his mind.
After this, what would happen next?
Having spent years of his life together with the people he grew to care for, he had already begun to see everyone in Chaldea as family.
So the thought that he would have to leave it all behind brought a sharp pain to his heart.
He fought to reclaim his normal life.
To live.
And now that he’s achieved it, he finally understands.
His normal life always included everyone from Chaldea. To live alongside them.
Some of the servants have already returned to the throne, saying that they were no longer needed.
Though it mostly consisted of male servants.
The women's roster, on the other hand, remained.
All of them.
They all stayed for one reason alone.
Their love for him.
Knowing that, he stood in front of Goredolf Musik, not as a friend, but as the last master of Humanity.
For once, he would be selfish.
He requested that the position of director be passed down to him.
Under him, Chaldea would continue to oversee the world’s safety. With him as Director and Commander.
To his surprise, Goredolf easily accepted his proposition. Saying that with Ritsuka at the helm, he had no doubts about the safety of Human History. He said that he would help him with matters back at the Clock Tower, saying that most of the attention would be on him rather than on Ritsuka.
Thankful and growing a little tearful, he hugged the man, who grew flustered and did his best to return his own gratitude for the teen who chose to save him and bring him along the journey.
With a wave goodbye, Ritsuka watched as Goredolf and the rest of the male staff went towards the Clock Tower, left behind in Chaldea with the rest of the female servants and staff.
As he stepped back into Chaldea, he was blocked by a wall made of female flesh. Looking around, he found himself surrounded by his women, both mundane and spirits. He saw the hunger in their eyes, heard the rustling of clothes as they became undone. He even felt the sensation of wobbly tits being pressed on his back. Looking back, he saw that it was Da Vinci, the Adult one. Her eyes held a lustful glint; her mouth opened to lewdly wiggle her tongue towards him and show the cum still inside. She made a big gulp and showed the aftermath, her mouth might now be cleaned of cum, but her breath stank of it, one he was hit full force. The sight and smell caused his cock to harden, her hands getting to work removing his pants.
He wasn’t entirely being honest with Goredolf.
He was truthful that he would become Chaldea’s Director and Commander.
What he didn’t mention was that he would also be something else alongside those.
He would also become Chaldea’s Breeding Stallion. A stud who would fuck all the women senseless in the facility.
During his journey in regaining humanity’s foundation. He had also accumulated a monstrous amount of pent-up lust, backed by his naturally monstrous libido. It didn’t help that he was surrounded by 11 out of 10 women who all wore skimpy outfits that were just shy of being nude.
It didn’t take long before Orleans, where he fucked Mash in the night. Adding in Jeanne, who was rubbing herself to them.
After that, every succeeding singularity and event that transpired had him getting his dick wet with any pussy he could get.
During the party, while everyone was celebrating, he excused himself to go to the bathroom. Instead of taking a piss, he was getting his dick sucked by Da Vinci, her tits bare for his enjoyment and her mouth working overtime to wring out his cum.
Back to the present, Da Vinci finally freed his cock from its confines, springing out like a gift for the women of the facility. They saw how his dick throbbed angrily, like it was commanding the sluts to give it the pleasure it deserved. Pre-cum was leaking from the tip, copious amounts of it that surpassed every other man’s amount from cumming. Veins crisscrossed over it, his blood concentrated on his cock, which might as well be a third leg. Then there was the smell of his dick, caked in his musk that naturally turned on all the women who already took a ride on it, their pussies clenching an invisible but familiar figure that still wasn’t inside them.
Ritsuka then felt four pairs of tongues licking all over his cock. His sheer length allows even more women to have their share. Looking down, he saw that it was Abigail, Jalter Lily, Shuten Douji, and Ibaraki Douji. Slobbering all over his dick and balls, leaving spit behind every lick and suck. It wasn’t long before his dick shone from their spit.
Two sluts went forward, discarding their attire.
Next thing Ritsuka knew, his head was engulfed between two pairs of massive tits. Looking up, he saw that it was Barghest and Ibuki Douji, their eyes holding heart-shaped pupils as steam wafted from their mouths, panting like bitches in heat and impatiently wanting to get fucked.
His mouth moved, slobbering over their tit flesh and slathering them in spit. The shared heat caused all of them to sweat, which he licked from them. He also deeply inhaled their scent, their unique stench shooting straight to his brain and clouding his mind with thoughts of depraved fucking.
Despite being smothered, he could still see beyond their tits. And he saw that the rest of the sluts were beginning to converge around him, ready to start the orgy that would undoubtedly change the dynamics of Chaldea.
It would be a long time before Ritsuka stepped foot back into society.
Until then, he would be drowning in debauchery for the foreseeable future.
And even if he went back home, everyone would be following him, turning wherever he went into another den of depravity.
There was no escape for him.
He found that he didn’t mind one bit.