Henry had always been a man of simple pleasures. Wake up, watch some questionable videos, eat whatever instant garbage he had in his fridge, watch some more, and then fall asleep with a blanket of regret covering him. He wasn't proud of it, but he had long accepted that he was a lost cause when it came to women.
At 23 years old, he had never even held a girl's hand, let alone had a meaningful conversation with one. It wasn't that he was ugly—far from it. With shaggy black hair, sharp green eyes, and a decent build from years of one-handed exercise, he wasn't bad-looking. But his addiction to a certain kind of entertainment had fried his brain beyond repair.
Real women? Too complicated. Too much effort. Why go outside and talk to girls when he had unlimited options on his screen?
And so, Henry lived a life of solitude, his only companions being his phone, his right hand, and the ever-growing sense of loneliness that gnawed at his soul.
But everything changed on that fateful evening.
A Twerk That Changed Fate
Henry was walking home from the convenience store, a bag of instant noodles and energy drinks in hand. It was just another depressing night. The city was alive with people, couples holding hands, laughing, living their best lives while he walked alone, a king of the lonely degenerate.
That's when he saw it.
On the other side of the road, beneath the flickering glow of a streetlamp, a girl was twerking. And not just any twerking—this was divine.
Her movements defied logic, each bounce and shake a mesmerizing display of physics and rhythm. She was wearing tight yoga pants, her long blonde hair swaying as she danced. A small crowd had gathered, phones out, recording the spectacle.
Henry's heart stopped. His brain short-circuited.
"A real girl… doing this… in public…?"
For the first time in his life, his body moved before his brain could catch up.
He ran.
Not thinking, not looking, just sprinting toward her, as if he had found his life's purpose.
But fate is cruel.
Because as soon as he stepped onto the road—
BAM!
A truck, moving at full speed, slammed into him. His body was sent flying, spinning through the air like a ragdoll. The world slowed down. The last thing he saw before everything faded to black was the girl stopping her twerk to stare at him in horror.
And then—darkness.
Henry woke up to the softest, warmest sensation he had ever felt.
His face was buried in something impossibly soft, and for a moment, he thought he had made it to heaven. He inhaled deeply, a sweet, intoxicating scent filling his lungs.
Then he heard a voice.
"Ara ara~ Are you awake, dear?"
His eyes shot open.
A beautiful woman, no—a goddess—was looking down at him. She had long, silky black hair, deep violet eyes that shimmered with amusement, and curves that made his brain nearly explode. She was wearing a tight kimono, slightly loose at the top, revealing an amount of cleavage that should be illegal.
Henry blinked. Looked around. He was lying on a massive, luxurious bed in a grand bedroom. Sunlight streamed in through large windows, revealing a landscape that looked nothing like Earth. The sky was a mix of pink and gold, strange birds flying across it.
"W-where…?" Henry stammered, his throat dry.
The woman giggled, bringing a hand to her mouth.
"Oh my, you're such a cutie. You must be confused. Let me explain."
She leaned closer, her warm breath tickling his ear.
"Welcome to the world of Milfloria."
Henry froze.
"...Milfloria?"
The woman nodded, her ample assets jiggling ever so slightly.
"Yes. A world where powerful, mature women rule. And you, my dear, have been chosen as the first and only young man to ever exist here."
Henry's brain nearly shut down.
A New Life of Luxury… and Danger?
Over the next few hours, Henry learned the truth.
Milfloria was a world inhabited entirely by milfs. Strong, dominant, seductive women who ruled cities, fought in wars, and lived in extravagant mansions.
Men? Extinct. The last one had died over 500 years ago. And now, out of nowhere, he had appeared.
"Does this mean…" Henry gulped. "That I'm… special?"
The woman, who introduced herself as Lady Seraphina, the Queen of Milfloria, smirked.
"Oh, you're more than special, dear. You're an anomaly. The only young man in this entire world. And do you know what that means?"
Henry shook his head, his heart pounding.
Seraphina leaned in, whispering in his ear.
"It means… every powerful woman in this world is going to want you."
Henry felt his soul leave his body for a second.
"E-every woman?"
"Every single one," she confirmed, tracing a finger down his chest.
He gulped. "T-that sounds… amazing?"
Seraphina chuckled. "Oh, it will be, dear. But…"
Her tone changed. Her smile turned a little… mischievous.
"It also means you're in extreme danger."
Henry blinked. "W-wait, what?"
Seraphina sighed, sitting up.
"You see, dear, this world has been without a young man for centuries. Some women will want to worship you. Some will want to claim you as their own. And some…" Her eyes darkened. "Will want to capture you, lock you away, and make you their eternal pet."
Henry's throat went dry.
"S-so… what do I do?"
Seraphina smiled again, this time softer.
"Simple. You stay by my side. I'll protect you. But in return…"
She cupped his face gently, her violet eyes piercing into his soul.
"You belong to me."
Henry's brain melted.
Was this heaven? Hell? Or something even crazier?
One thing was certain—
His life was never going to be the same again.
To Be Continued…