the true depth of his Task

Aether had broken women before.

He had turned the proud Eula into a cock-drunk bimbo knight.

He had reduced the calculating Ningguang to a conditioned, scheming mess who came from her own thoughts.

He had freed Ganyu’s centuries of repression and made her a proud public breeding cow.

He thought he understood what it meant to reshape a woman completely.

Yae Miko showed him he still had things to learn.

What the kitsune did to her former lover went far beyond conditioning, training, obedience, or even self-humiliation.

She was trying to corrupt Ei’s very soul.

Between the endless cycles of pleasure — while Aether fucked the Archon through orgasm after orgasm and Yae whispered against her ear — the Guuji worked with deliberate, loving cruelty. She didn’t just want Ei to submit. She wanted to rewrite the core of what “Eternity” meant to her.

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Every time Ei’s mind started to fragment under the dual assault, Yae would murmur new definitions into her.

“Eternity isn’t stillness, Ei… it’s being filled over and over without end…”

“True Eternity is never being empty again…”

“Your ideal should be this — endless cock, endless pleasure, endless use…”

She repeated it while Aether was buried deep inside the Archon.

She repeated it while Ei was forced to lick her clean.

She repeated it while the two of them shared the Traveler, making Ei watch and participate in increasingly degrading acts.

Slowly, methodically, Yae Miko tried to overwrite the very concept that had defined Ei for centuries. The cold, unchanging Eternity the Archon had locked herself away for was being replaced — twisted into something wet, needy, and permanently lewd.

Even Aether, who had seen and caused plenty of extreme transformations, found himself surprised by the depth of it.

This wasn’t just breaking a woman.

This was an ancient fox attempting to rewrite an Archon’s fundamental ideal from the inside out, using pleasure as the ink and the Traveler’s cock as the pen.

And Ei… was starting to listen.

By the time they were finished, nothing of the old Ei remained untouched.

They had rewritten her very being.

The cold pursuit of an unchanging Eternity was gone — carefully, thoroughly overwritten by weeks of relentless pleasure, whispered corruption, and dual assault from the Traveler and the kitsune who had once been her lover. In its place, Yae Miko and Aether had planted something entirely different.

Ei now craved sex.

She craved validation.

She craved being needed, used, and filled.

Freedom — true, messy, living freedom — and free-use had become the new pillars of her ideal. The concept of locking herself away in stillness now felt like a nightmare to her. The idea of denying her people (or herself) pleasure felt like the real betrayal of Eternity.

When they finally prepared to leave the Plane of Euthymia, the woman who emerged was no longer the stoic, distant Archon who had ruled through a puppet and rigid decrees.

She was a fucktoy for her entire nation.

An Archon who would walk among her people openly, available, eager to be used by anyone who desired her. An Archon who saw her own body as a public resource for the happiness and release of Inazuma. An Archon who now believed that true Eternity was found in endless, shared pleasure rather than isolation.

Yae Miko looked upon her work with deep, satisfied affection.

They emerged from the Plane of Euthymia directly into the throne room of Tenshukaku.

Since Yae Miko had only sent a soul fragment of herself through the charm, she did not appear with them. The kitsune remained behind at the shrine, no doubt already smiling at the results.

What did appear was the fully broken, eager Electro Archon — still impaled on Aether’s cock, arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders, violet eyes hazy with need and newfound purpose.

Before anyone else could react, a much more emotional Shenhe tackled him from the side.

Half of her restraints had were only salvaged after the fight. The stoic, blank-faced woman was still nowhere to be seen. In her place was an openly expressive, almost desperate version of Shenhe who immediately tried to claim his cock for herself.

“Mine— I protected you— give it to me—” she demanded, voice thick with feeling as she pushed Ei’s thigh aside and sank down onto him the moment there was space. Her sensitivity had skyrocketed without the full set of restraints. The moment he filled her she came hard, crying out shamelessly, then kept cumming in rapid, uncontrollable waves as she rode him with messy, emotional urgency.

Ei did not protest the interruption.

Instead the Archon rose on unsteady legs, cum already leaking down her thighs, and turned to address the stunned remnants of her court and the soldiers who had begun flooding back into the palace after Kokomi’s assault forced a breakthrough.

Her voice carried the same absolute authority as before — only the content had completely changed.

“The Vision Hunt Decree is abolished. The Sakoku Decree is abolished. All restrictions on personal freedom and expression are hereby lifted.”

She paused, then continued with calm, eager certainty:

“As compensation for the years of unnecessary restraint I imposed upon Inazuma, my own body is now available to every one of my subjects. Any citizen may request me, or simply come to Tenshukaku, and fuck me for as long as they desire. This offer is permanent. True Eternity is found in shared pleasure and freedom — not in isolation.”

The declaration rang through the throne room and, by extension, across the nation.

Inazuma would never be the same.