The Chronicles of the Man Who Became a God and Did Whatever He Wanted - Chapter 66

“Ahh~♡ Ah, no, it’s amazing~! It’s completely different from that person’s ahhh♡”

My mother had turned into a woman right before my eyes.

I returned home, and my beautiful, kind, mother, who had always been gentle and raised me alone after my father passed away, was pinned down by a man, accepting his c0ck and moaning.

I concealed myself in the shadows, staring intently at the scene.

I was a child with memories from my past life. In my past life, I was named Sakuma Hidetoshi, and I was cruelly betrayed by my wife, who was stolen away by another man, and then killed in a brutal manner.

When I was five, my memories suddenly resurfaced, and at first, I was confused, but I decided to live my second life happily, making the best of it. … Or so I thought.

No, my mother is a woman too. I understand that after my father passed away, she might feel lonely at times. It’s not strange. But… but! Why, why are you here?

“Kanzaki!”

At the same time I jumped out, my mother came.

“O-Ohhh! Ohhh, it’s so hot inside me! My belly feels so warm!♡”

“Oh, you’re late.”

He pulled his c0ck out of my mother and turned toward me. The man who killed me… the one who took my wife in my past life.

“Since you were late, I took her. Your beloved mother.”

Kanzaki Kakeru. He had appeared in this world as well.

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Ha ha! You’re shocked, I can see that. That look on your face, a mix of shock and fear—is priceless. It was worth a year’s worth of faith.

On Earth, Sakuma died. His organs were harvested and sold, and the parts that couldn’t be used were sold as fertilizer. Not even his bones were returned to his family.

Doing that would make him disappear, and the police would start investigating, which would have made things troublesome. So, I created a soulless body and staged a suicide. Naturally, I waited until the divorce was approved. Until then, I used magic to create a human replica of Sakuma as a stand-in, and the magic worked so well that even his coworkers couldn’t tell the difference.

By the way, just handling this took a year, and then it took another ten years for the reincarnated Sakuma to grow up.

But it’s no problem. To me, it was just a one-day event. Why? Simple—I’ve traveled through time.

Going back to the past had many restrictions, but the future is different. In the future, I can do anything I want. That’s why I’m violating Sakuma’s mother.

But it wasn’t easy, you know? Reincarnating you was a real pain. I had to buy the ownership of your worthless soul with a year’s worth of faith, and I had to undergo a lot of training.

But once that’s done, everything else is easy. I own Sakuma’s soul, and no one can object to how I use it or interfere. It’s easy to prevent his soul from reincarnating, too.

Now Sakuma’s soul is my toy. With his soul and my world, Mistride, I can set up his origins, upbringing, everything. He becomes a high-performance toy.

And what’s happening now is the first unforgettable act of being cuckolded. This is the beginning of your hell.

“W-Why… are you here?!”

“Stop shouting. The second round is about to begin, so sit down and don’t get in the way.”

“What?!”

Sakuma’s soul is bound to my commands, so I can control him simply by speaking. His will is irrelevant. After confirming that Sakuma is sitting obediently in the chair, I once again shoved my d1ck into the pvssy of the woman lying in front of me.

“Nnngghhh! Oooohhhh! Ahhh!♡”

Ah, I made a mistake. It went into her assh0le.

Looking at where we were connected, I saw that Sakuma’s mother’s anus was tightly gripping my d1ck. I thought it might have torn, but her pvssy was squirting and there was no bl00d.

This has been developed for quite some time. The men in this world have small dicks, so she might have used vegetables or something similar.

“H-hah! It feels so good♡ It’s thick, hot, and going all the way in, it feels amazing♡ Keep thrusting, go deeper♡”

To be honest, I don’t like anal, but it’s already in, so I guess it can’t be helped. I’ll keep thrusting as you requested.

“Nnhh! It feels so good, it’s amazing♡ That, that’s incredible, ohhh!♡”

I grip her waist and begin thrusting violently, causing Sakuma’s mother to let out a frantic, lustful cry, as if she’s gone mad, even with her child before her.

Every time I thrust my d1ck in and out, her anus tightens, and not only does it squeeze, but it also wraps around me.

Unable to bear the intense pleasure, I once again released my semen into her anus.

“Ah…♡ Ah, aah…♡ More, more~♡”

It’s coming along nicely. Alright, let’s wrap this up. Honestly, I’m getting bored.

“Hey, do you want more?”

“I-I want it! Please, give me more c0ck!”

“Alright, then…”

I whispered the order in her ear so that Sakuma wouldn’t hear. The woman stood up, unsteadily, and headed toward the kitchen, retrieving something.

What the woman was holding in her hand was a kitchen knife. The light coming through the window reflected off the blade, casting a dull glow.

The woman held it and moved toward Sakuma. Perhaps sensing the danger, Sakuma, unable to move from the chair due to my command, desperately cried out for his mother’s help. But…

“Just die.”

His words didn’t reach her, and with a single thrust, the knife pierced his heart.

“W-why… M-mom?”

Sakuma was stunned by the fact that his mother had stabbed him.

She had loved him so much… but when he saw his mother’s face at that moment, he understood.

“If I don’t kill you, I can’t get any d1ck. So just die already!”

It became clear that she had long since given up her identity as a mother.

Women are weak, especially when it comes to pleasure. After receiving my semen, they become devoted followers.

Sakuma dies with tears in his eyes, filled with the despair of having been betrayed by those he loved.

“He’s dead, so hurry up and give me your d1ck!♡”

“If you want d1ck that badly, go become a prostitute. You’re already useless to me.”

I cast a suggestion to quiet her down. Now that Sakuma is dead, I have no use for this woman. For now, I’ll order her to be taken to my religion’s church. For some reason, my religion has a prostitution division, and the church is basically a brothel.

I actually don’t have much to do with the religion. I leave all the policies to Lilia and Crie. My job is just to occasionally show up, and if there’s a good woman, I take her to bed. I mean, I’m not really allowed to do much else.

Is this really what a god is supposed to be like…?

“But anyway, that’s not important. It’s time for the finishing touches.”

I cast a spell and applied it to myself.

I close my eyes to the blinding light. When the light fades, I open my eyes, and before me…

“Yo, me.”

“Yo, me.”

Another me was standing there. The face, body, and mannerisms—everything about this person was exactly like me. This wasn’t an illusion or a fake; this was myself, split by magic.

Why did I do something like this? It’s a measure for the ongoing punishment of Sakuma and for stealing his women.

Stealing Sakuma’s beloved women across time is easy, but time isn’t unlimited, and I get tired. So, I decided to create a substitute for myself. But instead of just picking some random guy, I made another version of me.

I gave the other version of me the authority to control Sakuma’s soul and the ability to travel through time.

It’s a familiar trope where the real me gets killed, and the other becomes the real one. But that’s not what’s happening here. This is me, so there’s no distinction between the real and the fake.

Also, the other version of me is a being whose hatred toward Sakuma and desire to steal his women are the only things that exist, and he has no interest in anything else.

Well, thanks to that separation, I couldn’t care less about Sakuma now. I’ll leave everything related to him to the other me.

Well then, it’s about time to go steal the next woman from Sakuma.

“Alright, I’ll leave it to you. Me.”

“Oh, ah, I’m looking forward to stealing Sakuma’s women.”

Laughing, I embarked on my journey into the future.

From now on, Sakuma will continue to have his women stolen by another version of me forever. Oh, it’s not like Sakuma will remember that or avoid forming a relationship with any specific woman. I’ve implemented memory manipulation on him, so he won’t recall anything unless he sees me. This means he won’t remember anything until he’s on the brink of being cuckolded.

Also, if he develops a cuckold fetish and finds pleasure in being cuckolded, his memory will be reset, so he’ll continuously experience the despair of being cuckolded forever.

Well, according to my boss, souls wear out over time, so after about 1,000 reincarnations, they become useless and disappear.

Well, it’s another version of me, so during the final reincarnation, he’ll probably make him remember everything before killing him.

Well, I’ll probably get to see that memory when the other me returns and we merge into one.

“Ah… everything’s come to an end.”

With Sakuma as the last, my revenge is finally complete. The sense of accomplishment feels truly satisfying.

I’ve achieved my original goal, but…

“There’s still so much I want to do.”

I teleport high into the sky and gaze at the country below. Everything in front of me, this entire world, belongs to me. I’ll do whatever I want in this world, just like I always have.

“I’ll make sure to enjoy myself.”

Now then, what should I do next?

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