Eventually Nanami join them, once they get Into a train station they encountered the Special Grade Cursed Spirit Dagon.
The air turned thick and oppressive—Dagon's massive tentacled form materialized from the shadows of the train station, his body a grotesque fusion of fish-like features and tendrils writhing wildly. The curse roared, saliva dripping from his maw.
Maki's grip tightened on her spear. "Special grade. Of course it is."
Naobito's eyes narrowed.
"Strategic retreat is impossible," Nanami said flatly, cracking his neck. "He's already positioned himself between us and the exits." He adjusted his glasses, already calculating. "His domain hasn't expanded yet. We strike before he can."
Yorozu giggled darkly, her liquid metal rippling eagerly.
Dagon's massive bulk shifted, tentacles curling defensively. The cursed energy radiating from him was suffocating—Special Grade wasn't just a classification, it was a warning.
"Interesting lineup," Dagon hissed, his voice wet and guttural. He eyed Yorozu with predatory curiosity, then Naobito, Nanami, Maki—and finally Aiden.
"Don't worry, I got this." said Aiden walking forward, releasing a enormous amount of cursed energy.
The group stared as Aiden stepped forward, his cursed energy erupting like a supernova. It was staggering—more than Special Grade, more than they'd ever seen from a single person. Even Dagon recoiled slightly, eyes widening.
They both make their hands signs. " Domain expansion." They both said
The world shifted.
Black tentacles erupted from Dagon's domain, *Infinite Hell of the Ocean*, wrapping through endless depths of water. But Aiden's domain formed simultaneously—**"ever-changing wheel"**—collapsing space itself into a fragmented dimension of distorted realities, each shard reflecting Dagon's own domain.
The two domains clashed violently, reality itself tearing between them.
The sheer scale of the Ever-Changing Wheel made Dagon's domain appear trivial—a child's play against a grand design. The massive, ornate wheel hovered in the infinite black void, spinning with terrifying elegance. The curse's ocean domain groaned and buckled, its waters evaporating under the pressure of something far more absolute.
Dagon's massive body convulsed.
"You think you can dominate me?" Dagon roared, tentacles lashing wildly through the black void. But the wheel was already spinning—each rotation releasing a different technique: a blast of concentrated light, a wave of cursed spirit manipulation, a field of cursed energy that disrupted Dagon's connection to his own domain.
Dagon's regeneration slowed. His movements grew sluggish.
"You..."The wheel above turned as he activated Idle transfiguration Transforming him into a girl with a large bust.
Dagon's roar turned to a feminine shriek as her body warped violently—bones cracking and reforming, flesh bubbling and reshaping. The once massive Special Grade curse shrank, her muscular frame melting into soft curves. Squid-like hair cascaded down pale shoulders. Dark eyes with piercing blue irises blinked in shock. Six additional sensitive nips lined down her stomach.
"WHAT—"
"What are you doing?" Dagon screamed in her new feminine voice, trying to cover her enlarged breasts with squid-like arms. Her massive tentacles shrank, becoming mere shadows of their former self.
"What do you mean this is how I get all my cursed spirits." he said with a smirk.
Dagon's new form trembled, hands clutching her sensitive stomach nips as she processed the humiliation. Special Grade curse reduced to this... a beautiful, vulnerable thing.
"You... YOU MONSTER!" she shrieked, her voice now high and melodic. She tried to conjure her domain again, but the Ever-Changing Wheel above hummed ominously, the technique already shifted away.
"I don't know why you're resisting. I think you will quite enjoy this just like your friend Hanami." He snapped his fingers, summoning her.
The new figure stumbled forward, swaying on legs that seemed unsteady. Her plant arm twitched—the rose blooming and closing. She had tree horns, long black hair—clearly a transfigured Hanami. But something was... different. Submissive. Controlled.
Dagon's blue-irised eyes widened in horror. "Hanami? What did you DO to—"
"Nothing it just the effect of curse spirit manipulation once I beat you in a fight. You are mine to control now don't be rude. Say hi to your friend."
Hanami immediately bowed her head, the rose on her plant arm blooming softly in submission. "Hello, Dagon," she murmured, her voice stripped of its former aggression, replaced with a gentle, obedient cadence.
Dagon—now a petite, squid-haired woman—looked between her new, incredibly sensitive body and her transfigured ally.
"Now, get her ready for me." He said with a perverted smirk
Hanami immediately understood the command, moving toward the panicked squid-girl with practiced, submissive obedience. She pushed Dagon onto her back, stripping away any remaining resistance easily.
Dagon squeaked, her six sensitive stomach nubs twitching violently as Hanami pinned her wrists down. "No! Hanami, wait—!" she shrieked, her massive breasts bouncing freely.
"Wait—! Shibuya is—!" Dagon struggled, her newly sensitive body writhing uselessly under Hanami's grip. Her blue irises darted desperately toward her former comrades watching at the domain's edge.
"There's a— a disaster unfolding—"
"Don't worry time passes differently. In here one second outside is one hour inside here so to them we've only Been gone milliseconds."
Dagon's eyes widened, the realization freezing her in place. Her mathematical understanding of time dilation crushed her last hope of rescue. To Naobito, Nanami, Yorozu and Maki outside, barely a millisecond had passed. Inside Aiden's domain, he had all the time in the world.
"You... you planned this," she choked out, her squid-hair trembling.
"I don't think you care about that ready you just don't want this to happen to you. You would rather be killed with too bad."
Dagon's mouth opened, then closed. Her pride warred visibly against her mounting dread. The truth hung between them—she cared for curses, not humans. Shibuya's chaos was... preferable to whatever Aiden had in store.
Her sensitive stomach nips twitched involuntarily as Hanami's touch grew bolder.
"You're right," she hissed finally, her voice surprisingly steady despite her vulnerable position. "I don't care about those pathetic humans. But you're wrong about one thing—" she arched her back slightly, pushing her massive breasts higher."I'm not afraid to die," she spat, her blue irises burning with defiance despite her humiliating form. "I would rather be extinguished than be turned into your pet."
Hanami ignored the outburst, her plant arm tightening its grip while her free hand traced down the row of six sensitive nubs on Dagon's stomach, causing the squid-girl to gasp uncontrollably.
"But you see thats where you are you are wrong You won't be my pet You'll be my companion."
"A... companion?" Dagon's defiance flickered, confusion replacing some of her fury. "What kind of pathetic, delusional—!"
Her words cut off with a sharp gasp as Hanami's fingers found the most sensitive of her stomach nubs, stroking it in slow, deliberate circles. Her massive breasts heaved.
"I don't want to be a slave,"
"Sleeve no no no I treat my spirits very nicely. Why don't you ask your friend Hanami About it if you don't believe me?"
Dagon's head snapped toward Hanami, desperation leaking into her voice. "Hanami... tell him he's lying. Tell me he's a monster."
Hanami didn't hesitate. Her plant arm loosened slightly, stroking Dagon's cheek with a tenderness that terrified the squid-girl more than violence ever could. "He treats us well, Dagon,"
Dagon's face twisted—torn between horror and something she refused to acknowledge. Hanami continued, her voice impossibly gentle.
"Better than Kenjaku ever did. Better than the others." She traced a slow line down Dagon's inner thigh with a vine. "No one hurts us here. No one discards us."
Dagon's breath hitched, her defiance cracking. "You..."
"He listens," Hanami whispered, her plant arm moving higher, her hand grazing one of Dagon's massive breasts. "He understands us. We aren't tools to him. We are... cherished."
Dagon's blue irises trembled. The implication was terrifying—she wasn't being punished, she was being *courted*.
"You're insane," Dagon choked out, though her voice wavered as Hanami's fingers teased her sensitive nipple. "You can't just... collect Special Grades like dolls."
"We are not dolls," Hanami corrected softly, pressing a kiss to Dagon's trembling shoulder. "We are companions. And we are loved." She looked up at Aiden with absolute devotion.
Dagon's jaw clenched. A special grade cursed spirit—once feared across Japan—now reduced to something that had to be coddled, stroked, and loved into submission.
"I am NOT your companion!" she snarled, thrashing wildly. Her massive breasts bounced with the struggle, her sensitive stomach nubs erupting in involuntary reactions. "I am a Special Grade!"
Aidan walked over, moving his fingers between each of her knobs. " You are my special grade."
Dagon's entire body seized up, a high-pitched, broken moan tearing from her throat as his fingers danced over the hyper-sensitive line of knobs running down her stomach. Her back arched violently off the floor, legs trembling uncontrollably.
The possessive claim shattered her composure instantly. "N-no—ahhh!" she gasped, her blue eyes rolling back.
"P-please—!" Her voice cracked, humiliation and pleasure merging into something she couldn't process. Her six stomach nubs—once a weapon, now reduced to pleasure points—throbbed and ached under his touch.
Hanami watched with gentle amusement, still pinning her wrists. "You hear that? He says 'my.'"
"T-that doesn't—nnghhh!" Dagon's back bowed sharply, a fresh wave of unbearable pleasure radiating from her stomach knobs as Aiden's fingers found a particularly sensitive rhythm. Her legs kicked weakly, toes curling.
"He owns you now," Hanami whispered, leaning down to brush her lips against Dagon's flushed ear. "Just like he owns me."
Dagon's eyes snapped wide open, a desperate, panicked sound escaping her throat as Aiden's fingers suddenly left her sensitive stomach nubs and moved lower. Her pussy—a weaponized, dangerous tool—clenched involuntarily, unaccustomed to such intimate and vulnerable touch. "N-no—!"
"Too late," Hanami soothed, pressing one of her vine arms against Dagon's thrashing thigh to keep her legs apart. "You're already his. Might as well get used to it." She tapped her own chin thoughtfully. "Should we keep her in this cute little form?"
Dagon's breath hitched sharply, her blue eyes blowing wide as Aiden freed his length. The sight of his erection—impossibly thick and throbbing—snapped the last threads of her reality. She was a Special Grade, a disaster incarnate, and she was about to be bred by her conqueror.
"W-wait, that won't f—"
"No—NO!" Dagon screamed, her entire body seizing in genuine panic. The sheer size of him was intimidatingly disproportionate to her petite, squid-girl form. "That will BREAK me!"
Hanami effortlessly pinned Dagon's legs wide open, rubbing her own vine along Dagon's trembling thigh. "It won't break you, sweetie. You'll just be very full."
"Too big... too thick... nnghh!" Dagon wailed, her pussy clenching rhythmically around thin air, completely unprotected and vulnerable. Her massive breasts bounced with her desperate struggles. "He'll tear me apart!"
Aiden positioned himself between Dagon's trembling thighs, the thick head of his cock pressing against her entrance. Dagon's breath came in ragged, panicked gasps.
"Please— I yield! I YIELD!" she shrieked, her pride completely shattered.
Hanami stroked her hair gently. "Shhh. Yielding means nothing now. This is what you were made for."
Dagon's mouth fell open in a silent, agonizing scream—she felt every inch of him stretching, tearing, consuming her. Her entire body convulsed, stomach nubs twitching violently.
"FUCK! YOU—NNGHA!" Her screams echoed through the domain as Aiden's heavy rhythm pulverized the floor with each strike. The impact sent her entire frame jolting upward.
"T-too deep! Too hard! Aghh—ahhhhn!" Dagon wailed, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her petite body was completely overwhelmed by his brutal pace. Her pussy squelched and gaped with each retreat of his monstrous cock, only to be ruthlessly re-stretched with the next thrust.
Hanami watched with quiet satisfaction, her plant arms holding Dagon firmly in place as her new companion was thoroughly bred. She stroked Dagon's bouncing breasts idly. "You see? He treats us very nicely. He gives us exactly what we need."
Dagon could only sob and moan, her world reduced to the overwhelming sensation of being impaled repeatedly by her new master.
"P-please... have mercy—" Dagon whimpered, her body slick and trembling. "I'm not—ahh—not built for—!"
Her voice died into a shrill, involuntary scream as Aiden hit a spot deep inside her. Her stomach nubs stiffened and twitched wildly. Her stomach clenching desperately around him—completely against her will.
Dagon's body snapped taut, her back arching high off the ground as her stomach nubs erupted in painful, overwhelming spasms. Her pussy clutched around his girth like a vise, pulling him deeper still.
"STOP! ST-STOP!" she wailed, her pride utterly decimated—just another Special Grade being thoroughly broken and remade.
The domain shook with each thunderous thrust. Dagon's cries turned into incoherent babbling—her Special Grade mind completely fried by the relentless pounding. Her massive breasts whipped wildly with each strike, her stomach nubs twitching uncontrollably, leaking fluids down her belly.
"AHHH! I CAN'T— NNGAH— I CAN'T THINK—!"
Dagon's eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open in a silent, mindless scream. Her petite form was completely dominated—every thrust driving her closer to shattering. Her pussy gaped and squelched with each brutal withdrawal, only to be ruthlessly stretched wider on the next impact.
Her stomach nubs throbbed violently, sending cascades of unwanted pleasure through her broken body. Her pussy clenched around him in desperate, meaningless spasms.
"I'm... going to—!"
Her vision went white. Her entire body locked up, every muscle rigid, six stomach nubs firing simultaneously. Her pussy clamped down impossibly tight around his cock, milking him with involuntary, crushing contractions.
A loud, broken shriek tore from Dagon's throat as Aiden buried himself to the hilt and erupted. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her insides, pumping so deeply it felt like it was filling her entire cursed form. Her stomach nubs pulsed violently in time with the shots, her pussy milking him greedily despite her shattered will.
"H-haaah...!"
Aiden triggered Cursed Spirit Manipulation instantly, the overwhelming technique slamming down over two completely broken Special Grades.
Their souls didn't resist—they couldn't. Dagon and Hanami dissolved instantly into pure cursed energy, sucked obediently into his domain. Both terrifying disasters were now compacted into obedient spiritual entities, fully owned, absorbed, and stored.