The System Awakens: Rise of the Champion-Chapter 287: The Right Way

Somewhere in the universe, inside a time-dilated space where time moved much faster, every year spent inside equaled only a single day outside. Damian had spent about five years within this space, consummating his marriages with the Greek goddesses.

Damian slowly woke from a brief sleep.

"I can’t believe I did it for another five years... looks like even I underestimated my libido and lust, huh?" he silently sighed.

He didn’t move his body, however. Two naked goddesses lay on either side of him, their arms wrapped around his chest as they slept soundly, satisfied expressions on their beautiful faces. He didn’t want to wake them.

Carefully, he gently removed their arms from his chest and laid them back onto the soft bed. Scooching away, he stood beside it and looked down at the ten naked goddesses sleeping in various amusing positions. Thick, white, heated liquid trailed from both their front and back entrances.

Damian couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the sight.

Ten goddesses from a single pantheon.

Earlier, he had also taken wives from the Norse pantheon, though not as many. The mother goddess Frigga, Freya, and Hela.

The goddess with black hair and striking blue eyes, a woman of ample curves and an enormous bosom, possessing a severe yet majestic beauty, was Hera, the goddess of marriage, family, queenship, and women. She was the mother goddess of the Greek pantheon.

Sleeping beside her was a goddess with a very similar appearance. With a mature, maternal body structure and a bosom just as large as Hera’s, she was Demeter, Hera’s sister and the goddess of growth, agriculture, yield, and harvest.

The goddess with golden hair and brown eyes, bearing a youthful, ageless maiden’s figure, tall and lean with an athletic build and a lithe, more-than-handful bosom, radiated a cold yet brilliant beauty. She was Artemis, goddess of the moon, archery, wilderness, and hunting.

The one sleeping while drooling softly onto the bed could only be described as the very epitome of beauty. She had long, curly, incredibly soft pink hair that reached the floor, pink eyes, perfectly shaped full breasts, a slender waist, and a modest yet perky ass without the slightest hint of sagging, as though her body itself was the embodiment of lust and beauty, crafted solely to be Damian’s partner. She was Aphrodite, goddess of obsessive love, lust, pleasure, joy, and beauty, and one of Damian’s true loves due to her divine concept of obsessive love.

Sleeping behind her in a spooning position was a goddess with an appearance similar to Hera’s, though she had brown hair and blue eyes. Her figure was youthful and lovely, maiden-like like Artemis’s, though less athletic. Her beauty alone could make any man drool. She was Hestia, goddess of the hearth, life, family, peace, and honor.

The goddess with waist-length purple hair and bangs covering her eyes possessed a mature figure, with a well-endowed chest and ass that Damian had thoroughly indulged in. She was Hecate, goddess of magic, witchcraft, and crossroads.

The one with blonde hair, green eyes, a youthful, slim waist, and a modest bosom and ass, beautiful in her own divine way, was Tyche, goddess of fortune, luck, chance, variability, and opportunity.

The goddess with golden hair and radiant golden eyes had a lean, luminous figure similar to Artemis’s, though with a fuller, firmer bosom and ass. She was Nike, goddess of victory.

The one with silvery white hair, crystal light blue eyes, and a slender, youthful figure was Selene, goddess of the moon.

The goddess with pitch black hair and eyes, bearing the most mature appearance of them all, with a massive bosom and ass and curves without even a trace of sagging, was one of the ancient goddesses, Nyx, goddess of night, darkness, concealment, mystery, and silence.

Cuddled closely against Nyx was another goddess with a similarly mature appearance, her enormous breasts and ass easily capable of engulfing Damian’s head. With green hair and eyes, she was another primordial deity, Gaia, goddess of fertility, earth, birth, life, growth, and nature.

Damian looked at each of the naked goddesses sleeping around him, feeling himself becoming hard once again, even though he had finished having sex only a few hours earlier.

"I just did it with ten goddesses for five years straight, and it’s still not enough... I don’t know if I should laugh or cry at my situation." Damian couldn’t help but sigh.

Just then, he noticed that one of his goddess wives was awake, looking at him with love and lust mixed together in her expression.

The same look appeared on his face as he slowly climbed into bed. He approached her and inserted his tongue into her mouth, giving her an intense, swirling kiss.

"Darling, you’re still so hard and hot..." Nyx muttered between kisses as she gently grabbed his hardness and began stroking it.

Sensing her intent, Damian grabbed her by the buttocks and lifted her as if she weighed nothing, raising her into the air before pushing his hardness into her in a single thrust.

"Ahh... hmm..." Nyx let out a deep, muffled moan as she enjoyed the sensation of being filled, feeling his hardness pressing against her womb.

What followed for the next hour was nothing but intense lovemaking and kissing. Damian held her hips, pulling and pushing her against his waist at a rapid pace, ramming into her while holding her tightly, her bosom pressed firmly against his chest.

Damian soon reached his peak and released his entire load inside her, overfilling her womb.

"Hhh... hmm..." Nyx’s eyes rolled back as she moaned deeply, yet she didn’t stop kissing him.

As Nyx was overwhelmed by the sensation, Damian licked her tender, pale neck before sinking his fangs into her, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.

They both collapsed onto the bed, still making out, and soon, one by one, the other goddesses woke up and joined in, beginning another round of passion with their new husband.

They spent a few more months like this until the goddesses were too exhausted to continue. While Damian was still very eager, he also realized that it was enough for now. The goddesses had duties to attend to; he couldn’t keep them there forever, no matter how much he wanted to.

"My beloved Hera... as the Mother Goddess of the Greek Pantheon and my queen, I want you to take over and oversee the rule of the Greek Pantheon," Damian said, gently rubbing Hera’s blushing cheeks. He then turned to the rest of the goddesses.

"As my queens, all of you will take part in ruling our Empire of Ouroboros. I want you, my wives of the Greek Pantheon, to oversee the Greek Pantheon and the worlds associated with it."

"Really?" Tyche asked as she gently held his arm.

"Yes... all my wives have a part in the ruling of our empire. Since I have emerged from the Norse pantheon, the Biblical pantheon, and now the Greek pantheon, all worlds associated with those pantheons have entered a single channel, becoming part of a single pantheon, my pantheon, known as the Empire of Ouroboros, or the Ouroboros Pantheon, if you prefer. And you, my wives, have become goddesses of the Ouroboros Pantheon. Also, the Kingdom of Ignatius and the Kingdom of Flanora are now part of my empire."

"Wait, aren’t those two kingdoms some of the strongest forces within the upper plane?" Hestia asked, quite surprised.

"The queen of the Kingdom of Ignatius is my mother, and the queen of the Kingdom of Flanora is my mother-in-law... well, they are both my wives now, so..." Damian shrugged.

Damian continued as he helped Aphrodite put on her pink, flowery panties. "Since there are many worlds that are part of my pantheon, my queens can each take part in ruling over the worlds between them to make things easier. You can do the same if you feel like you need assistance. Also, I’m giving you full authority to prosecute and punish anyone who dares to do anything as disgusting as what Zeus or others did."

Damian’s eyes turned serious as he gently rubbed Hera’s chin. "Do it the right way, just as you have always wanted, my beloved mother goddess."

"..." Hera simply stared at his handsome face, as though it was the only thing she wanted her mind to remember. She had never felt like this before. In fact, none of the other goddesses had. This incomprehensible love, boundless pleasure, the feeling of becoming complete, even the most powerful goddess of love, Aphrodite, felt overwhelmed by his emotions.

Hera didn’t know what to say, so she expressed her feelings through her actions, initiating a deep kiss on his lips.

"I love you all too," Damian said with a small chuckle.

"By the way, you can contact each other or any of my other wives through the Mark of Infinity," Damian added.

The women looked at their hands, specifically the backs of their left hands, where they saw a symbol of infinity etched into their skin. It was like a tattoo, except it seemed to be made of golden light, becoming one with their skin and shining ethereally.

It was Damian’s Mark of Infinity, something all the women who had shared a physical relationship with him possessed.

Damian was still discovering why it occurred. As far as he knew, it was his own unique form of marriage or soul marriage ritual, similar to those of other races, yet exclusive to him alone. The Mark of Infinity signified their marriage to Damian.

The Mark of Infinity also possessed certain functions, such as sensing the location of Damian and the other wives who bore the mark, and establishing a telepathic link they could use to communicate with one another.