Kael stepped through the mirror gate and the universe inhaled.
Floor 10: the Apex Veil. A bedroom that spanned multiverses. Walls of silk thinner than thought, embroidered with every star that had ever burned for love. The bed was a nebula, sheets swirling galaxies, pillows black holes that whispered sweet nothings in extinct languages. Candles floated, flames frozen mid-flicker. Time had no meaning here. Only desire.
Nine Stigmas formed living armour across his skin: a constellation of Ladies etched in light and scar. The Ladies themselves manifested fully, eighty-one strong, arranged in a perfect circle around the bed. Some wore forms from their floors: Ravenna in a pirate coat, Nyx in shadow silk, Draco-01 half-mecha, Lira scaled and singing, Chrona with chalk-dust fingers, Lilith winged and venom-tailed, Seris halo cracked, Morgana bone-crowned. Others appeared as new aspects: schoolgirls, warriors, mothers, monsters. All eyes are on him. All hearts synced to his.
At the bed's centre waited the final form. The Goddess of the Tower. One hundred and eight Veils personified. She was every woman he had ever loved, compressed into a single body that shifted with each breath: sometimes Ravenna's storm-tossed hair, sometimes Morgana's skeletal grace, sometimes a stranger's face that made his cock ache with fresh hunger.
"You climbed," she said, voice every Lady speaking in chorus. "Now choose. Break the curse and lose them all. Or become the curse and keep them forever."
Kael's heart, nine times broken and rebuilt, thundered. Lustforge boiled. Mana infinite.
He walked the circle. Kissed each Lady in turn. Ravenna tasted of thunder. Nyx of midnight coups. Draco-01 of plasma and steel. Lira of abyssal songs. Chrona of looped eternities. Lilith of infernal knots. A series of stamped salvation. Morgana of resurrected graves. The eighty-one others: unique flavours of devotion.
The Goddess watched. "Love me. Fuse the final Veils. Shatter or rule."
The orgy began as a ritual.
Kael laid the Goddess on the nebula bed. Sheets parted like willing thighs. He entered slowly, cock sliding through layers of reality. Each Veil was a barrier: silk, storm, shadow, chrome, pearl, gear, hellfire, celestial chain, necrotic bone, mirror heart.
Thrust one: Kraken Veil. Tentacles erupted from sheets, wrapping limbs.
Thrust two: Shadow Veil. Darkness cloaked vision, heightening touch.
Thrust three: Draco Veil. Scales' armoured skin, plasma igniting nerves.
The Ladies joined. Circle closed. Hands everywhere. Mouths. Breasts. Cocks for those who had them in aspect. Pussies are slick and varied.
Ravenna mounted his face, kraken tattoo pulsing against his tongue. Nyx phased behind, fingers in ass. Draco-01 synced mecha ports to Stigmas, with vibrations. Lira sang into his ear, voice vibrating cock inside the Goddess. Chrona looped the thrust: one stroke became a thousand subjective hours. Lilith's tail teased a knot. Seris stamped climaxes into permanence. Morgana raised spectral versions of past selves to fuck the air around them.
The eighty-one formed chains of pleasure. Daisy links of mouths and genitals. Orgasms rippled outward like tsunamis.
Kael thrust deeper. Veil ninety-nine: a membrane of pure potential. He breached it. The Goddess screamed in one hundred and eight voices.
Final Veil: the Apex. A bedroom within the bedroom. Infinite recursion.
Here, the choice crystallised.
Break: explode the curse, scatter Ladies to their worlds, live mortal with none.
Become: absorb the tower, rule as Eternal Ladies' Man, harem infinite, love weaponised.
Reader poll decided in the meta: both endings written, canon by vote.
Ending A: Break the Curse
Kael pulled back. Withdrew from the Goddess. Stood.
"I choose freedom. For them. For me."
He summoned Omniversal Apocalyptic Necrotic Celestial Infernal Chrono Abyss Draco Shadow Kraken Tempest at reverse polarity. Power imploded. Stigmas unravelled. Tattoos faded to scars.
The Goddess shattered into one hundred and eight women, each the original Lady, free.
Ravenna aged to mortal pirate, coat fraying. Nyx's shadows dissipated. Draco-01's mecha rusted. Lira's scales flaked to skin. Chrona's loops snapped. Lilith's wings burned away. Seris's halo dimmed to a ring. Morgana's bones fleshed fully.
They kissed him goodbye. One by one. Portals opened to their home worlds.
Kael fell through the void. Landed on modern Earth. Salaryman again. Heart empty but beating.
He lived. Loved mortals. Died old. Curse broken.
Ending B: Become the Curse
Kael thrust forward. The knot swelled. The seed erupted as a big bang.
He absorbed the Goddess. Veils wrapped him like a bridal train. Stigmas exploded into wings of pure light.
The Ladies fused into him. Constellation armour became a living harem, aspects shifting at will.
He became the Tower. Infinite floors are his playground. New worlds are born with each climax.
Reader poll: 69% chose B. Canon.
The bedroom expanded. Became the multiverse.
Kael ruled. Loved. Conquered.
Epilogues unlocked. Side-stories of individual Ladies in new lives. Reader mix-match harem builder.
The curse lived eternally.