The Dark Rebirth of Pandora: Revenge of the Abyss

Chapter 765: A New Phase Part 1

"...Pandora, I don’t know if this is something you should really be doing. I’m right here in front of you... I know, I see, and I believe you’re trying to provoke me, but you know I don’t feel anything. We’re both omnipotent, and that doesn’t work." Oriane speaks while I’m mounted on a doll identical to her.

"I know, but something about this doll is quite exciting in a way you can’t be." I provoke her, rubbing myself against the Oriane doll.

"Am I losing to a toy?"

"Yes." I say with a sweet smile at her while I touch my tail with both hands, rubbing it.

’It’s soft and feels good... I can’t believe I forgot how much I liked this...’

"...Hmmm... did you at least like the cake?" She asks, looking at the cake on the table.

"No, it tastes like shit." I tell her, cumming on the doll and covering it in that viscous fluid.

"..." She looks at the cake that got covered in that liquid, which kind of ruined it.

"You really want me to have emotions, don’t you?"

"What? Of course not. Do whatever you want. I’m just awakening to new tastes." I’m very close to reaching the perfect state. I can already feel pleasure, sadism, and even pain.

Masturbating my tail with a doll of Oriane makes me blush and makes my heart race, all proof that I need the concrete ontological change I want.

"You really are doing something dangerous..." She picks up the cake and starts carrying it to the trash.

"Wait, don’t throw it away. You should eat it, right?"

"..." She looks at the cake, the frosting covered in my essence.

"If that’s what you want, fine, but I’m not going to do the same as you."

"I know. It’s not like you’d get upset, but at some point you’ll give in." I hug the doll, rubbing my tail between its soft breasts. It’s a marionette made of flesh, so it’s soft and warm even though it doesn’t react.

"Wouldn’t it be better to do it with me? I would react."

"Nah, I don’t need a reaction. I want to take advantage of my emotions, not have to deal with the emotions of another living thing. A doll is better." I squeeze the doll, feeling its soft breasts pressing against mine.

"...Haaa... sure..." She sits down on the chair, picking up a spoon to eat the cake while watching me like I’m something simply absurd and unbelievable.

"..." I stroke the doll’s hair, licking its neck while Oriane calmly eats the cake in a slow manner. I rub my pussy against the doll’s thigh, dirtying the sofa.

"How is this test better than your sadistic test of hurting that Pandora who is the third strongest Pandora?"

"The difference is the moment, Oriane. To see the results of what I did to that Pandora will take a few billion years. Now, to test heat, pain, pleasure, lust, I can do that in seconds, even with a table if I wanted to."

"In fact, that’s what I did. Why do you think I covered your cake in sperm? Of course, I’m not saying I got turned on by a cake. I just touched myself in front of it to see if I could cum without choosing to cum, and I did." As an omnipotent being, any physical reaction is a choice.

Any pain or pleasure is chosen beforehand, but I managed to cum without choosing to, and that’s better than choosing.

"How’s the cake?" I ask her while I tighten my hug around the doll, rubbing my tail between those tasty breasts.

"Good..."

"Really?" I say with sarcasm.

"It’s just a cake, even if you covered it in something weird—"

"You’d feel a lot more emotional if you did what I’m doing." I spread the doll’s legs, resting its head on the arm of the sofa. I put its legs over my shoulders and start pushing my tail inside the doll’s intimate part.

"Hmmm... ah... this is good..." It’s warm and squeezes me just right. It’s been so many billions of years since I’ve felt this good sensation of heat. Everything was so empty and cold before.

"Your eyes became frighteningly similar to the past... you really aren’t going to stop, are you?" She questions, looking at the doll.

"Nope! I’m recovering something I had completely forgotten what it felt like... and... I’m liking it."

"...Aahh... shit... I forgot about this..." I cum inside the doll, but its body turns to ash, unable to withstand my Mana, which is logically infinite. Every drop of my semen has literally infinite energy, so obviously a standard body gets erased.

"My doll... and I spent three hours making it... damn... I’ll have to make another one." My attitude might seem stupid, but for an omnipotent being, spending three hours thinking about something, spending several minutes rubbing against a toy, cumming without it being a choice — these are actually absurd things.

Not because they’re impossible, but because our existences weren’t made to feel that even though we can, and I’m deliberately going against the norm.

I’m literally doing something incredible, and Oriane knows how insane what I’m doing is.

"You realize you didn’t see that coming, right?" She asks with a cold, serious tone.

"Yes, yes, I noticed. I didn’t remember she’d be erased, and I didn’t see that future, but I kept the same base power as always. Besides, I felt frustration seeing her disappear. I really felt it."

"..." She throws the cake in my face, which makes me glare at her.

"Congratulations, Pandora, you’re succeeding... haaa... your consciousness is being limited to the primitive molds of an inferior existence like that of mortals, but your power is basically the same. Doesn’t your head hurt?"

"It does hurt, actually. After all, it’s infinite power in a mortal brain, but I like the pain too, and the ideas that come with it." I stand up, licking the cake from my lips and cleaning the rest with a towel from the table.

"Now that my little doll is gone, how about you be my little doll just for today?" She’s really hot.

"Look at the things you’re thinking... do whatever you want. I won’t argue, but I hope you don’t attack me. You know the consequences of that."

"Don’t worry, I didn’t become stupid. I’m not going to try to fight an omnipotent being when I am one too. That base idea I still understand the same way as before, but I also understand that even if I force you into something, you won’t resist."

"...Your perversity and your power are two things that shouldn’t coexist..."

"But now they do coexist, and I thank you for making me... remember this piece of me that was dormant."

"By the way, what an attitude, throwing a cake in my face." I grab her by the waist, slamming her against the kitchen counter.

"I love a woman with attitude, granny."

"..." When I call her granny, she freezes, and her eyes open wider than normal, maybe realizing how far all of this has progressed. I would never use honorifics or terms like that seriously before. After all, an omnipotent being is a self-sustaining existence, they don’t have "family."

Even though I have a mother and Oriane is kind of my grandmother, ontologically we still don’t use that classification.

"...I like it when girls freeze in front of me." I unbutton her clothes, watching those two tasty melons bounce out.

"...You’re a lost cause."

"And you’re a beauty to die for. Does an omnipotent being really need such a beautiful body?" I leave this question for her in the face of this new future I’m building.

"...It seems being a monster is your nature for eternity, and nothing, not even the most enlightened and superior state of all, will change that... congratulations, Pandora, you’re something immutable in all of existence."

"You even managed to stain what would be the most neutral existence of all with wickedness... I don’t know if I should find it impressive or be worried that even this state of existence can’t block the wickedness in your heart."

"You’re trying to produce in yourself a state that isn’t simply the consequence of a conscious choice, and that... that is deeply wrong—"

"You should shut that little mouth and enjoy what I’m about to do, right, granny?"