Ray let out a long sigh as he unlocked the door to his tiny apartment. Another soul-crushing day at work was finally over. His boss was an asshole, his coworkers were idiots, and the pay barely kept him afloat. At 22 years old, he had nothing to look forward to—no girlfriend, no hobbies, just the one thing that kept him sane: "Lustrealm," his favorite eroge game.

Tossing his bag onto the floor, he stripped down to his boxers and booted up his PC. The familiar, sultry theme song played as the main menu popped up, showcasing a voluptuous elf girl spreading herself invitingly. Ray smirked. "Time to unwind."

He navigated to one of his favorite scenes—"The Queen's Brothel." The screen loaded to reveal a dimly lit chamber, filled with moaning women and muscular men indulging in carnal pleasures. The queen, a ravishing beauty with deep purple hair and a body sculpted for sin, was on all fours, gasping as two men took her from both ends. Another licked at her dripping folds as she squirted with reckless abandon.

Ray's cock was already standing at full mast. He gripped it tightly, stroking in rhythm with the frantic thrusts on-screen. "Fuck... this game never gets old."

Not satisfied, he switched to an even filthier scene—"The Orgy of the Elven High Priestesses." A grand hall filled with nude, moaning elves, their pristine bodies tangled in a web of writhing limbs. A pale, silver-haired priestess was sandwiched between two beastkin warriors, her tongue lolling out as they wrecked her holes. Another priestess was tied up, a blindfold covering her eyes as anonymous men used her without restraint.

Ray gritted his teeth, his breathing ragged. "Goddamn... this is too fucking good."

He kept going, scene after scene—gangbangs, debauched temple rituals, depraved noblewomen reduced to cock-hungry sluts. His wrist burned, but he didn't stop. He pumped himself furiously, each orgasm barely giving him relief before he craved more.

Hours passed. He had lost count of how many times he had cum. His vision blurred, his body weak. One last stroke—

Then, darkness.

*****

Ray's eyes fluttered open. He wasn't in his room anymore.

Instead, he lay in a breathtaking garden. The air was warm, fragrant with exotic flowers. Marble statues surrounded him, all depicting men and women in erotic poses—some engaged in deep kisses, others locked in passionate embraces, and more in outright, explicit acts.

"The hell…?" He sat up, rubbing his eyes.

A sultry chuckle echoed through the garden. "I never thought someone could die from fapping."

Ray's head snapped toward the voice. His breath hitched.

Reclining on a luxurious, throne-like seat was a woman unlike any he had ever seen. No—she wasn't just a woman. She was a goddess.

Her body was perfection incarnate. An hourglass figure with sinfully wide hips, a narrow waist, and tits so massive they strained against the thin, barely-there fabric of her dress. The dark silk clung to her like a second skin, deep slits on either side exposing thick, creamy thighs that seemed to go on forever. One leg was lazily bent, the dress falling just enough to reveal a lacy, near-transparent thong pressed snugly between her glistening pussy lips.

Ray's eyes darted up—full, pouting lips curved into a knowing smirk, golden eyes glowing with amusement and something far more dangerous. Lust? Interest? He wasn't sure, but he felt the heat from her gaze sear right through him.

Her long, crimson hair cascaded down her shoulders, pooling around her like strands of moonlight, only adding to her divine presence. She shifted slightly, making sure he saw every tantalizing inch of her form. Her bare shoulders, the curve of her collarbone, the heavy rise and fall of her breasts, her pert nipples barely hidden behind the sheer fabric.

Ray's throat went dry. His dick twitched.

The goddess smirked, tilting her head. "Enjoying the view?"

Ray swallowed hard. His cock twitched in his pants.

"Welcome to Velmoria, Ray," she purred. "I am Vaelora, Goddess of Lust. And you… are about to have a new life."

******

"What do you mean, 'new life'? Where am I? And why the fuck am I naked?" Ray blurted, hastily trying to cover himself with his hands.

Vaelora let out a melodic laugh. "No need to hide it. I have seen everything there is to see, and I must say, you have quite an impressive manhood."

Ray's face turned scarlet at her words, a strange mix of embarrassment and pride swelling in his chest. Who wouldn't feel good when a stunning woman complimented them on their manhood?

"But," she continued with a teasing smirk, "it's still not enough to satisfy me, you know."

Ray blinked. "What?"

Vaelora leaned forward, her ample breasts nearly spilling out of her flimsy dress. "As I said earlier, I am the Goddess of Lust. And it's not easy to satisfy someone who is the very embodiment of lust."

Ray forced himself to look away from her overwhelming assets. "What is this place? And why am I here?"

She stretched luxuriously, her voice dripping with amusement. "This is my sanctuary. And you are here because you died… masturbating."

"So this is where people go after dying?" Ray asked, still trying to process everything.

Vaelora giggled. "Of course not. You are just special. As I said, I have been observing you for quite a while. You enjoyed my world to the fullest, even giving your life to it. So I decided to reward you."

"Wait—wait a minute. What do you mean I 'enjoyed the content' of your world?"

She tilted her head playfully. "Oh, I haven't mentioned it yet, have I? The game you've been fapping to isn't just a game. It's a real world somewhere in this vast universe, and I am the goddess of that world."

Ray's jaw nearly dropped. "What? There really is a world like that?"

"Of course there is. And since you played that game, you must know that world is facing the danger of being taken over by demons."

Ray crossed his arms. "Yeah, I know that. But what can I do about it?"

Vaelora's golden eyes glowed mischievously. "I need you to save my world. Don't you want to protect such a... 'cultured' world?"

Ray hesitated, rubbing his chin. "Well, it would really be a pity if such a 'cultured' world got destroyed... but why should I be the one to do it?"

At that, the goddess's lips curled into a devilish smile. She leaned in closer, her voice dripping with temptation. "Do you really want to die a virgin? Don't you want to feel a real pussy? Don't you want to have real sex? Don't you want to know how it feels when a woman's warm, wet mouth wraps around your dick?"

Hearing her sultry and vulgar words, Ray's nostrils flared, and his cock twitched as he nodded instinctively.

Vaelora laughed, delighted by his reaction. "I can make it all possible. If you agree to my request, I will bless you with a dick that can satisfy any woman. With that, you can have all the fun you desire in Velmoria."