Chapter 207: Chapter : 207 : Ascended Jin Sovereign!

“Let’s go home,” He said again, voice dark with intent. “All of us.”

Nayla licked her lips.

Her new sigil pulsed brighter for a heartbeat.

“Then lead the way, Heart Lord,” She purred. “Your ascended Sovereign wants to see what kind of bed you keep.”

Thristle threw her head back and howled with laughter.

Luna sighed, long-suffering.

Venya squealed in delight.

And together—twelve bodies, twelve heartbeats, twelve different kinds of love and lust—they finally stepped through the open passage.

Toward home.

Toward chaos.

Toward the inevitable, glorious mess that awaited them.

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Slowly, unmistakably—her body began to change.

Aiden noticed it first.

The subtle swell of her already obscene chest growing just a fraction more pronounced. The way her hips seemed to push outward another inch, the sheer blue fabric of her dancer’s pants stretching audibly. The faint tremor that ran through her thick thighs.

He knew this feeling.

They all did.

Luna’s ears perked straight up.

Nyxion’s smirk froze into something dangerously interested.

Thristle let out a low, appreciative whistle.

Even Selvara—usually so stoic—lifted one brow and muttered, “Again?”

Venya clapped both hands over her mouth, eyes glittering. “Oh no… oh yes…”

Aethoniel squeaked and immediately buried her face in her palms. “N-not again—!”

Nayla herself felt it the moment the transformation truly began.

A deep, molten heat bloomed low in her belly, spreading outward in pulsing waves.

Her breath hitched.

Her arms snapped around her torso on pure instinct, hugging herself tightly as though she could hold the change back by sheer force of will.

She wasn’t afraid.

She was… overwhelmed.

The sensation was pain.

But it was also pleasure.

Raw, obscene, intoxicating pleasure.

Her teeth clenched. A low, throaty groan slipped past her lips despite her best efforts.

“Kh—!”

Her breasts—already impossibly full, already the kind of chest that made kingdoms kneel—swelled further.

The delicate golden straps of her dancer’s bra groaned in protest. Straps snapped with a sharp twang, the sound echoing through the hall like a plucked harp string.

The ruined fabric slid uselessly down the slopes of her expanding tits, barely clinging to the upper curves before gravity took over entirely.

The bra fell away.

Completely.

Two perfect, heavy, glistening orbs spilled free, bouncing once with the force of their new size.

The dark sapphire skin gleamed under the torchlight, nipples already stiff and proud from the sudden exposure and the overwhelming sensation still coursing through her.

Her hips weren’t spared either.

The tight dancer pants—already scandalously low on her waist—strained.

The seams along her outer thighs gave way with a long, ripping sound. Blue fabric tore open in ragged lines, revealing the smooth, impossibly thick expanse of her thighs and the generous flare of her hips that now looked almost cartoonishly exaggerated.

And then—right below her navel—a new mark burned into existence.

A glowing, intricate sigil shaped like a blooming lotus made of molten gold and crimson lines. It pulsed once, twice, then settled into a soft, permanent luminescence.

The transformation ended as abruptly as it began.

Nayla stood there—panting, flushed, gloriously topless, pants shredded into something that now resembled decorative ribbons more than clothing. Her curves had crossed the line from voluptuous into the realm of the mythical. Every inch of her screamed fertility, power, decadence.

The hall was dead silent for three full heartbeats.

Then the system chimed—clear, resonant, almost reverent.

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[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]

[TRANSFORMATION COMPLETE]

[NAYLA — ASCENDED JIN SOVEREIGN]

[SHE IS NOW THE ULTIMATE FORM OF A JIN]

[CAPABLE OF GRANTING ANY WISH — WITHOUT LIMITATION BUT WITH COST]

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No one moved.

No one spoke.

They were all staring.

Hard.

Not at the system message.

At her.

Nayla slowly lowered her arms from where they’d been hugging her torso. She looked down at herself—really looked.

Her breasts were… obscene.

Even bigger than Xykendra’s had become after her own ascension.

Heavier. Fuller. Nipples dark and achingly stiff.

Her waist had somehow stayed tiny in comparison, making the flare of her hips look almost violent.

And that new sigil below her navel glowed softly, like a second heartbeat.

She lifted one hand, cupping the underside of one massive breast experimentally.

The flesh overflowed her palm instantly.

Then she smirked.

A slow, wicked, utterly shameless smirk.

“Well…” She purred, voice deeper now, richer, vibrating with new power, “…this is certainly an upgrade.”

She took one deliberate step toward Aiden.

Then another.

Her shredded pants barely clung to her hips, threatening to fall away completely with every sway.

Aiden didn’t move.

He just watched her approach—eyes dark, throat working once.

Nayla stopped directly in front of him.

So close he could feel the heat radiating from her skin.

She reached down, took his right hand in hers, and without hesitation lifted it to her chest.

She pressed his palm firmly over her left breast—large enough that even his big hand couldn’t hope to cover it fully. Her nipple poked insistently against the center of his palm.

“Cover them for me, Aiden,” She murmured, voice husky, teasing. “They’re… a little exposed right now.”

She didn’t stop there.

Her other hand slid around his wrist, guiding his left arm around her waist until his fingers brushed the shredded remains of her pants.

Then she pressed her lower body forward—molding her bare mound against the front of his trousers, hiding the fact that the torn fabric no longer covered anything between her thighs.

She was completely bare underneath.

And she was soaked.

She tilted her head, crimson eyes half-lidded, lips curved in pure mischief.

“See?” She whispered, just for him. “I’m not ashamed. I just thought… you might enjoy being useful.”

Luna let out a strangled sound somewhere between a growl and a whimper.

“Master… you’re letting her—right here—?”

Thristle barked a laugh. “Letting her? Luna, he’s encouraging her.”

Nyxion stepped closer, eyes glittering. “I’ve seen ascended forms before. But this…”

She gestured vaguely at Nayla’s chest. “This is obscene. Even for us.”

Venya bounced on her toes. “She’s so pretty! And so… so big! Can I—can I touch too?!”

Aethoniel squeaked again, peeking through her fingers. “T-this is indecent…! We’re still in a dungeon…!”

Selvara crossed her arms, but her gaze kept sliding down to Nayla’s glowing sigil. “Tch. Another one. Great. Just what we needed. More competition for his hands.”

Serica tilted her head, analytical as always. “Statistically speaking, the ascension always correlates with a 40-70% increase in secondary sexual characteristics as I have seen with Aethoniel and the others. This… exceeds projections.”

Arisha simply nodded. “Efficient use of divine energy.”

Vegia smiled softly. “She’s hot. And she knows it.”

Vaara snorted. “Understatement.”

Nayla ignored all of them.

She leaned in until her lips brushed Aiden’s ear.

“You like it, don’t you?” She breathed. “Knowing you caused this. Knowing every time you look at me now, you’ll remember exactly what your wish did to my body.”

She rolled her hips once—slow, deliberate—grinding her slick heat against his growing hardness.

Aiden’s voice came out rough. “You’re playing dangerous games, Nayla.”

“I’m not playing,” She answered sweetly. “I’m winning.”

She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes.

Then—very deliberately—she lifted his other hand and placed it fully on her other boob. This time she squeezed them over her own flesh, making herself moan low in her throat.

“Feel how heavy they are now,” She purred. “Feel how much more there is to worship.”

Thristle groaned dramatically. “Okay, I’m officially jealous.”

Luna stepped forward and grabbed Aiden’s elbow. “Master. We should… we should really leave now. Before she decides to fuck you on the broken throne.”

Nayla laughed—low, sultry, delighted.

“Why wait?” She asked innocently. “The passage is open. We have time.”

She leaned forward and dragged her tongue slowly along the shell of Aiden’s ear.

“I could grant any wish you want right now,” she whispered. “Any at all. With price. No limit.”

She pressed her chest harder into his palms.

“…Want to wish for me to ride you until the dungeon collapses?”

Aiden exhaled harshly through his nose.

Then—finally—he spoke.

“Later,” He growled.

Nayla blinked. Then pouted.

“Later?”

He leaned in, lips brushing hers.

“When we’re home. When I can take my time breaking in every new inch of this body you just gave me.”

Her pupils blew wide.

Then she smiled—slow, dangerous, ecstatic.

“Promise?”

He kissed her.

Hard.

Deep.

Claiming.

When he finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, her breathing ragged.

“Promise. But right now, you need some proper clothes.” He said.

He looked around at the rest of his wives—all of them watching with varying degrees of exasperation, and arousal.

Aiden cleared his throat and lifted his hand. “System. Open the clothing store.”

A familiar translucent panel unfolded in the air, rows of options scrolling downward—fabric types, enchantments, styles from different regions and races.

Nayla leaned closer, peering at the floating interface with open fascination. “Interesting. So, this is what your system thing looks like?”

“Something like that,” Aiden muttered, eyes scanning.

He paused.

Scrolled back up.

Then stopped.

“…This,” He said.

He looked at her properly this time—considering not just appearance, but presence.

“This would suit you.”

The panel shifted.

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[CELESTIAL SILK CEREMONIAL GOWN]

[CATEGORY: HIGH-RANK ENTITY ATTIRE]

[COST: 800 GOLD COINS]

[WOULD YOU LIKE TO BUY THEM?]

→ YES / NO

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Nyxion whistled softly. “Expensive.”

Thristle grinned. “Worth it.”

Aethoniel clasped her hands nervously. “I-It looks… very elegant.”

Nayla raised a brow, amused. “You’re buying me a gift already?”

Aiden met her eyes. “Welcome to the family.”

He selected YES.

The system chimed.

The light around Nayla shifted.

Her old garments dissolved first—not violently, not dramatically—simply fading into motes of light, like dust carried away by a gentle breeze.

She blinked in surprise.

“Oh,” She murmured, stepping instinctively closer. “So this is how it works. My new clothes.”

Her tone was teasing, not scandalized.

“Naughty husband,” She added with a low laugh, clearly enjoying the reactions around her.

Luna immediately turned red. “M-Master!”

Selvara growled quietly, “Tch.”

Before anything else could happen—

“System,” Aiden said quickly, “equip it now.”

Golden light descended.

The new attire formed piece by piece.

Gossamer white silk, so fine it looked like spun moonlight, rose upward in lazy spirals.

The material kissed the tops of her feet, then wrapped lovingly around her calves—hugging every exaggerated curve, every new inch of thickness the ascension had gifted her.

It climbed higher, caressing the impossibly plush meat of her thighs like a lover’s palms.

The silk continued upward, now forming a long, flowing skirt that flared dramatically over her widened hips.

It draped and clung in perfect contradiction: loose enough to sway hypnotically with every step, yet somehow managing to outline the obscene flare of her pelvis and the heavy, heart-stopping weight of her ass.

Golden embroidery—delicate arabesques and blooming lotus motifs—appeared thread by thread along the outer seams, catching torchlight and dungeon glow alike.

Then the silk reached her waist.

Here it cinched.

Not cruelly, but possessively.

The fabric gathered itself into a wide, ornate sash of shimmering gold brocade that wrapped several times around her tiny waist, emphasizing the impossible ratio between that wasp-like midsection and the monumental swell of hips below.

The sash tied itself into an elaborate bow at her back, long trailing ends cascading down almost to the floor like liquid starlight.

Nayla let out a soft, involuntary moan as the sash tightened just enough to make her feel held.

“Gods…” She whispered. “It feels like hands…”

The real show, however, began higher.

The motes of light gathered beneath her breasts first—forming a delicate underbust corset of the same ivory silk, reinforced with thin bands of golden filigree. It lifted.

Supported.

Pushed upward.

Her already mind-breaking chest was gathered, shaped, presented.

Then came the bodice proper.

It rose from the corset like blooming petals, two sweeping panels of silk that barely qualified as coverage.

They wrapped around the outer curves of her breasts, hugging them from the sides while leaving the inner swells almost entirely bare.

The panels met at the center in a deep, plunging V that plunged far beyond decency.

Her cleavage became a canyon of shadow and gleaming flesh, the inner curves of her breasts pressed together so tightly they formed a perfect, obscene heart shape.

Golden embroidery traced the edges of the bodice—swirling vines, tiny crosses, delicate chains—drawing every eye inexorably downward into that endless valley.

Nayla arched her back instinctively as the last threads wove themselves into place across her shoulders.

Long, flowing sleeves materialized—bell-like, slit from wrist to shoulder so that the silk fluttered like wings whenever she moved.

They did nothing to hide her arms; if anything they framed them, made the powerful yet soft lines of her biceps and forearms look even more regal.

Finally, a wide collar of golden lace rose up behind her neck like a halo, framing her face and the fall of midnight hair that somehow looked even darker, more lustrous against the pale silk.

The entire gown shimmered as though dusted with starlight.

The glow faded.

Nayla looked down at herself slowly.

Then up.

Her red eyes softened.

“…This,” She said quietly, fingers brushing the fabric, “is beautiful.”

Venya clapped. “So pretty!”

Vegia nodded approvingly. “It suits her rank.”

Nyxion smirked. “And his taste.”

Aiden let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Yeah. That worked.”

Nayla stepped closer again.

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END OF Chapter : 207 : ASCENDED JIN SOVEREIGN!

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