Reborn in Milfloria: The Only Man in a World of Seductive Queens-Chapter 35: Into the Girth Gate

The light from the Portal of Pent-up Passion bathed the group in a radiant glow that made everyone look like they'd been dipped in coconut oil and lit by a thousand OnlyFans ring lights. Henry took the first step in, velvet cape fluttering behind him like the horny Batman of a very specific Gotham. The portal pulled at them—not harshly, but seductively, like a flirty undertow trying to slide your pants off in a hot tub.

One by one, the party followed. Moistessa's heels clicked erotically with every step. Yvette tucked her novella away with a dramatic sigh. Domina cracked her whip for no reason. Seraphina just looked hot in a way that made Henry momentarily forget his own name.

They emerged into the Realm of Repressed Fantasies.

It was...

...moist.

The air smelled of candlewax, forbidden lotion, and unresolved daddy issues. Skies swirled in shades of lavender and lust, and the ground pulsed beneath their feet like it had a heartbeat—and maybe a kink for being stepped on. Enormous towers shaped like bottle caps and banana peels loomed in the distance, and suggestively shaped clouds drifted overhead like abstract art from an especially horny subconscious.

Henry turned in a slow circle. "This feels like if Tumblr had a baby with a wet dream."

Yvette sniffed. "Correction: this is Tumblr's wet dream."

A booming voice echoed across the sky.

"WELCOME... CHAMPIONS OF THIRST. YOU HAVE ENTERED... THE GIRTH GATE."

Henry blinked. "I thought the Girth Gate led to the Realm. Not was the Realm."

Moistessa shrugged. "Everything here is symbolic. Girth. Gate. Entering. You get the idea."

"I wish I didn't," muttered Henry, adjusting his belt, which was vibrating slightly with anticipation.

They walked through a valley of sentient pillows that whispered compliments as they passed. Henry's whispered things like, "Nice butt," "Is that lube in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" and disturbingly, "I'd let you sit on me anytime."

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the mist.

A woman. Or... something woman-adjacent. Tall, with curves that violated multiple international treaties, and a bodysuit made entirely of glitter and suggestions. Her eyes glowed with mystery and mischief, and her voice rolled out like silk dipped in sin.

"Greetings, travelers. I am Mistress Mnemoria, Keeper of the Forbidden Fantasies."

Henry bowed awkwardly. "We're here to rescue the missing men."

Mnemoria smirked. "Of course you are. But nothing in the Girth Gate is free. To pass, each of you must face... your deepest, repressed fantasy."

Seraphina raised a brow. "And if we refuse?"

"Then you stay here. Forever. Fantasizing. Reliving. Moistening."

Henry's knees nearly gave out. "We'll do it. All of it. Whatever it takes."

Mistress Mnemoria clapped her hands, and the ground quivered. Magic swirled up around them like the foreplay of reality itself. Each member of the party was pulled into a separate illusion.

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Henry's Fantasy Trial – The Office (But Make It Sinful)

Henry blinked and found himself seated in a corporate office. The lights buzzed. The copier hummed. There was a whiteboard with a graph charting "Moisture Levels vs. Morale."

He was dressed in slacks, glasses, and a tie made of edible licorice.

Across the desk sat his boss.

Seraphina.

But this wasn't battle-hardened sword-wielding Seraphina. This was Corporate Seraphina, glasses perched low on her nose, blouse slightly undone, and a clipboard in her hand.

She looked at him over the rim of her glasses. "Henry, you've been... underperforming."

His mouth went dry. "W-What?"

She circled the desk, slowly. "You've been coming in late. Leaving early. And your files are all... sticky."

Henry swallowed. "There was a lube accident."

"Was there?"

She leaned in. Her breath smelled like cinnamon sin and sugar-coated shame. "Looks like I'll have to discipline you."

And suddenly she had a riding crop.

Henry let out a sound that could only be described as a moan-chuckle.

Back in reality, his actual body twitched as he murmured, "I accept the terms of service."

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Meanwhile – Moistessa's Fantasy Trial

Moistessa stood in a steamy bakery, wearing nothing but whipped cream and ambition. Dozens of muscular pastry chefs begged her to sample their eclairs. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

One offered her a croissant.

She slapped it out of his hands. "Too flaky. I want someone... sturdy."

Then she turned and locked eyes with a sentient gingerbread man.

"Say it," she whispered.

"I'm crunchy on the outside but emotionally available on the inside."

"YES."

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Domina's Fantasy Trial

Domina was strapped to a massage table made of unpaid taxes and obligation. Above her hovered three IRS agents in leather harnesses.

"You've evaded filing for six years," one said.

Domina moaned. "Audit me, Daddy."

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Yvette's Fantasy Trial

Yvette sat in a café filled with intellectuals discussing postmodernism, astrology, and erotic raccoon shifter lore. She sipped tea while two shirtless waiters argued over who got to read her smut aloud in a French accent.

She picked up a bell.

"Whoever reads the spiciest paragraph gets to touch my bookmarks."

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Back in the Realm...

Henry gasped as the fantasy dissolved.

He was sweaty. Disheveled. And somehow holding a signed HR complaint from his imaginary office.

The others emerged as well, each with expressions that ranged from dazed euphoria to mild shame to dangerous arousal.

Mistress Mnemoria clapped. "You have passed. Congratulations. You may now proceed..."

She pointed to a colossal door made of pulsating rose quartz, engraved with the words:

THE CHAMBER OF CLIMAX.

Henry blinked. "I feel like this is the worst and best RPG questline of my life."

Domina wiped sweat from her brow. "I need water. Or wine. Or someone to step on me."

Seraphina tightened her sword belt. "Let's go. The answers are in there. And probably a cursed vibrator or seven."

Henry took a deep breath, adjusted his cape, and stepped toward the door.

"Alright, Girth Gate. Show us what you're really hiding."

TO BE CONTINUED...