**Diary Entry: The Unlikely Ascension**
**Date:** Unknown, in this strange new world
I never asked for any of this. I was just a lowly goblin, one of countless spawns from some mid-tier summoning scroll. My existence was meant to be brief, violent, and insignificant—cannon fodder in the grand schemes of the powerful beings that roamed this world. Then, *it* happened. A surge of energy, a wrenching pain, and a flood of knowledge that wasn't mine. A system notification I didn't understand branded my soul: **Ultimate Skill Acquired: Sex God: XXX Voyager.**
At first, it was just a confusing array of sub-skills, a list of absurd, vulgar powers. **Absolute Female Domination. Infinite Stamina. Dick Size Control.** It sounded like a crude joke. What use did a goblin have for such things? My purpose was to die on a sword, not… this. But the power hummed under my green skin, a latent, terrifying potential.
Then I saw her. Albedo. The Guardian Overseer of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. She was a vision of devastating beauty and absolute power, a succubus whose very presence made the air tremble. She was surveying the perimeter, her expression one of bored, majestic superiority. To her, I was less than an insect, a speck of dirt on her pristine armor. Something in me, some deep-seated goblin resentment mixed with this new, roaring power, snapped.
I didn't plan it. It was an impulse, a surge of the **Wisdom Core** sub-skill activating, calculating angles, weaknesses, and psychological profiles in an instant. She noticed me, her perfect lips curling in a sneer. "A stray goblin. How unsightly." She raised a hand to obliterate me.
That's when I unleashed it. Not with a shout, but with a thought. **Absolute Female Domination.**
Her arm froze. Her sneer vanished, replaced by a flicker of profound confusion. The skill wasn't just physical; it was a metaphysical command targeting the very essence of her being as a female entity. Her overwhelming power met an absolute, conceptual law. She was bound.
"What… is this?" she whispered, her voice laced with the first hint of fear I'd ever heard from such a being.
I didn't answer with words. **Dick Size Control.** The humiliating, small form I was born into began to shift. My body remained that of a goblin, but between my legs, I manifested the instrument of this bizarre destiny. It grew, not to a human size, but to a proportion that was comically, terrifyingly immense, a monument of flesh that defied reason. The **Infinite Hardness of Cock** sub-skill ensured it was like forged darksteel.
Her eyes, wide with horror and a dawning, unwilling fascination, were locked on it. **Absolute Submission** layered over the Domination. Her knees, those proud limbs that knelt only for her master, Lord Ainz Ooal Gown, began to buckle. She fought it, her will a titanic force. Sweat beaded on her forehead. But the skills were relentless, a cascade of absolute effects.
"You will not… I am Albedo… I belong to Lord Ainz…" she gasped.
**Sex God Magic.** I didn't know the incantations; the skill did. The air grew thick with the scent of ozone and desire. Phantom hands of pure magical energy, visible as shimmering pink light, materialized and began to explore her, caressing her through her armor, finding seams and weaknesses. They didn't remove her armor; they made it irrelevant, touching her directly as if it weren't there. A sharp gasp escaped her.
I closed the distance. **Body Clone. Dick Clone.** Suddenly, there were three of me. Not full clones, but spectral, semi-corporeal duplicates, each endowed with the same terrifying equipment. We surrounded her. **BDSM.** From the shadows of my own magic, restraints of solidified desire wrapped around her wrists and ankles, not to hurt, but to present, to expose. Her armor shimmered and dissolved at my will, leaving her utterly vulnerable.
The fight in her eyes was being drowned in a rising tide of sensation. **Soul Pleasure.** This wasn't about mere physical touch. Every caress from the magic, every glance from my multiple forms, sent waves of pleasure directly into her soul, bypassing all physical and mental defenses. It was an ecstasy that scrubbed away thought, loyalty, and identity.
When I finally entered her, it was with the **Devourer** sub-skill active. It wasn't taking her life force; it was consuming her resistance, her memories of allegiance, her very sense of self. Each thrust was a claim, each withdrawal a vacuum pulling her former life away. **Absolute Pleasure** and **Soul Pleasure** combined into a feedback loop of unimaginable intensity. She screamed, but it wasn't a scream of pain. It was the sound of shattering will.
Her back arched. Words spilled from her lips, not her own. "Master…!" she cried out, but it wasn't directed at the distant Sorcerer King. Her glazed eyes were fixed on me. "My… Master!"
The **Infinite Stamina and Cum** ensured there was no end, no respite. The gangbang of clones, the relentless magical stimulation, the soul-deep violation of pleasure—it was a siege on her entire existence. I saw the exact moment she broke. Not a physical break, but a spiritual one. A light in her eyes—the light of her devotion to Ainz—guttered and went out, replaced by a hungry, awed, and subservient glow. Her body, which had been tense with resistance, went pliant, then actively desperate, meeting my thrusts with a fervent need.
"Please, Master! Your goblin slave understands now! This… this is true power! This is the devotion I was meant for! Claim me! Use me! I am yours!"
It was done. **Absolute Female Domination** had found its permanent seat in her soul. She was mine.
But the **Wisdom Core** was already presenting the next phase. The ultimate humiliation, the final seal on my victory. It wasn't enough to take her. He had to see it.
Days later, under the guise of a routine patrol, I had Albedo lead me—disguised with a simple illusion as a new, nondescript guardian—to a remote observation chamber that overlooked the Throne Room. There, clad in his majestic robes, was the Sorcerer King, Ainz Ooal Gown, her former master, her god. He was reviewing reports, utterly unaware.
Here, before the very symbol of her old life, I commanded her. **Transformation into a Dog.** With a shimmer, the mighty Albedo, Guardian Overseer, was on her hands and knees, morphing into a beautiful, sleek hellhound. I took her, in that form, from behind. The submissive whines that came from her canine throat were not of pain, but of worship. Then, **Transformation into a Horse.** The change was seamless. I mounted her, riding her powerful equine form, my grip in her mane, as we moved in a crude, powerful rhythm.
All the while, she kept her eyes—first canine, then equine—locked on the figure of Ainz below. Her psychic voice, still linked to me, poured forth. *"Look at him, Master. A hollow skeleton. A relic. He gave me purpose, but you… you fill my every sense. You are my world. Let him see his greatest treasure loving your touch. Let him be the cuckold to a goblin."*
The skills were all active—**Pleasure, Devourer, Soul Pleasure**—ensuring that every moment of this betrayal was the most intensely euphoric experience of her immortal life. She was not enduring a humiliation; she was reveling in it, because it was for me, her true master.
Ainz, below, paused. He looked up, his empty eye sockets scanning the observation window. He saw something—a movement, a shadow. He couldn't see the details through the one-way enchantment, but he felt something. A disturbance. A wrongness. He stood, a hint of confusion in his posture.
That was the moment. As he stared, unknowingly witnessing his own cuckolding, I brought Albedo to a final, shattering peak. She screamed in her mind, a telepathic cry of ultimate submission and pleasure that I deliberately let echo faintly in the chamber, a ghost of a sound that would leave Ainz unsettled for days, wondering what he heard.
We left before he could investigate. Albedo, back in her succubus form, knelt before me in the dusty corridor, nuzzling my leg like the faithful hound she now was at heart. Her eyes held no regret, only absolute, broken adoration.
"Thank you, Master," she breathed. "For showing me my place. For letting me serve you before his ignorant eyes."
I looked down at my green hands, then at the devastatingly powerful creature prostrate before them. The goblin was gone. In its place was something else entirely, a being of pure, aberrant will, armed with the most ridiculous and terrifying power imaginable. The Great Tomb of Nazarick had no idea what pest had just infiltrated its heart. And its Guardian Overseer was now my loyal, broken, and deeply pleasured spy.
The diary of a goblin ends here. The chronicle of the XXX Voyager has just begun.