Ultimate Orgasm!

The neon-infused colosseum pulsed with excitement as The Great Weeb Overlord waved his mighty scepter of degeneracy. "WELCOME BACK, MY LOYAL WEEBS! IT'S TIME FOR THE NEXT ROUND OF THE ULTIMATE HAREM TOURNAMENT!"

Spotlights swirled, casting dramatic shadows as the newest arrivals materialized onto the battlefield. The air buzzed with an almost tangible excitement, an electric hum of chaos ready to explode.

First, Eren Yeager stomped forward, his eyes burning with the fury of a thousand titan massacres. Each step he took radiated rage, his body practically trembling with unbridled frustration. Behind him, Mikasa trailed, her unreadable expression hiding whatever thoughts swirled within.

Then, the air shimmered as Aizen stepped in, his smirk exuding confidence and supremacy. "How intriguing," he murmured, adjusting his pristine uniform. He barely needed to look around to understand the battlefield—it was all beneath him. He was here to observe, to manipulate, and to conquer. Beside him, Yoruichi stretched, her feline grin never faltering. "Finally, something fun."

From another portal, Nezuko appeared, looking confused but as adorable as ever. Her presence alone seemed to disarm half the spectators. Next to her, Hitsugaya Toshiro stood rigid, arms crossed, his sharp teal eyes scanning the surroundings with suspicion. He had sensed the madness of this tournament long before he stepped onto this stage, and he wasn't keen on playing along.

The Great Weeb Overlord threw his arms wide. "LET THE ROUND OF UNEXPECTED PAIRINGS BEGIN!"

A deafening drumroll filled the colosseum as a massive roulette wheel materialized in the center, towering high above the contestants. Names flashed chaotically across its surface, spinning with wild unpredictability.

The moment it slowed down, anticipation reached its peak.

"NEZUKO KAMADO AND… SANJI!"

A delighted Sanji twirled onto the stage, spinning like a lovestruck tornado. Hearts practically exploded from his eyes. "M-M-MY DEAR NEZUKO-CHWAN! I SHALL PROTECT YOU WITH MY LIFE!"

Toshiro's face darkened instantly. His fingers twitched toward his sword, barely restraining his growing rage. "Oh, hell no." He barely had time to take a step before a glowing barrier of Tournament Rules pulsed to life, preventing interference. His fingers clenched at his sides as he glared daggers at the oblivious Sanji, who had already begun showering Nezuko with exaggerated proclamations of love.

"AND FOR OUR NEXT PAIRING… MIKASA ACKERMAN AND… ESCANOR!"

Silence fell over the arena. A thick, overwhelming presence filled the air as Escanor, the Lion Sin of Pride, stepped forward. His sheer dominance radiated with each step, his massive frame blocking the very light around him. Mikasa blinked, tilting her head slightly as she looked up at the mountain of a man standing before her.

Eren's breath hitched. His fingers curled into fists, veins bulging against his skin. "I WILL MURDER EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU."

Aizen chuckled from his place at the edge of the arena. The chaos, the raw emotion—how utterly fascinating. He had seen plenty of battles before, but nothing quite like this absurd spectacle. How foolishly predictable. He adjusted his uniform, making a mental note of the Overlord's tactics. If he was to usurp this so-called deity, he had to understand the mechanics of his realm first.

Meanwhile, Yoruichi was already weaving through the crowd, slipping between competitors with fluid, feline grace. She appeared behind Gojo, resting an elbow on his shoulder. "Ooh, Gojo, think you can handle me?"

Gojo grinned beneath his blindfold, not missing a beat. "I see everything, kitty cat."

The tournament spiraled into further madness. Mikasa, ever the warrior, quickly adapted to Escanor's overwhelming presence. She caught a massive boulder he had casually tossed her way, muscles flexing as she hurled it back without hesitation. Nezuko, meanwhile, had become a princess in Sanji's eyes, as he carried her around with an endless stream of praises, much to Toshiro's absolute horror.

In the stands, Eren sat in his designated rage seat, his grip tightening around the armrests so violently that cracks began forming. His entire body trembled as he watched Mikasa share a meal with Escanor, the towering man gracefully handing her a massive roasted ham.

"Eren, calm down," Toshiro muttered, his voice strained. His own anger was bubbling to the surface as he continued to glare at Nezuko, who was now being fed fruit slices by a hopelessly devoted Sanji.

"I WILL NOT CALM DOWN. I WILL KILL THAT GOD."

Above them, The Great Weeb Overlord roared with laughter, the sound echoing across the colosseum. "AWW, LOOK AT THE RAGE FESTERING IN MY SEATS OF THE DAMNED! DELICIOUS! FEED ME YOUR ANGER!"

Aizen, standing off to the side, merely smirked. This fool. He treats omnipotence as a game. But every game has a flaw. And every flawed ruler… can be overthrown.

As he observed, Aizen's mind worked at rapid speed. Every tournament rule, every absurd pairing—it was all part of the Overlord's grand entertainment. But entertainment required a distraction. And a distracted ruler was a vulnerable one.

Meanwhile, in the VIP lounge, Yoruichi stretched luxuriously between Makima and Tsunade. The two women watched the chaos unfold with differing levels of amusement.

Yoruichi purred, "This might be the most fun I've had in centuries."

Makima took a slow sip of wine, her enigmatic smile never faltering. "It's certainly… entertaining."

Tsunade sighed, swirling her sake. "At least there's good drinks."

As the chaos continued below, Aizen's mind reached a singular, precise conclusion. The Overlord was too entertained. Too absorbed in his own spectacle.

And that… was the perfect opening.

A smirk tugged at Aizen's lips. Soon. Very soon.

TO BE CONTINUED…