Reborn in Milfloria: The Only Man in a World of Seductive Queens-Chapter 24: The Road to Lustvaile: A Moist Beginning

The palace was no longer trembling. The walls had stopped moaning. The banana was dead.

And yet... the silence that followed was heavier than the chaos.

Ashes of confetti floated in the moonlit air. The statue of Queen Bustalina IV was in ruins, one voluptuous marble bosom still vibrating ever so slightly. Henry, now half-conscious and fully oiled, lay on the cobblestone floor like a Greek tragedy sponsored by OnlyFans.

Climaxa, the dazzling and dangerous Goddess of Orgasms, stood over him, one stiletto heel firmly pressed to the broken remains of Boinkzilla Prime.

"I said what I said," she repeated, twirling her divine thong like a slingshot of destiny. "The Ritual of Relentless Rizz has begun. We have less than a week."

Thrustina, still holding a half-melted laser pointer, stepped forward. "So... how do we stop it? Do we storm their fortress? Penetrate their defenses—"

Seraphina cut in. "No. You and Moistessa can't come."

Thrustina blinked. "What?"

Moistessa floated down, visibly pouting. "Wait, what do you mean? I've literally seen Henry's everything."

"I know," Seraphina sighed, stepping closer. "But that's the problem."

Henry, still glistening, sat up slowly. "Wait... is this about the time I accidentally slept with both of you on game night?"

"NO," Seraphina and Moistessa said in unison.

"...Okay yes," Moistessa added after a beat. "But mostly, it's because the path ahead is... different."

Climaxa folded her arms. "The Island of Forbidden Wombs is beyond Milforia's reach. Its location shifts with the moon's climax. Only those marked by the Prophecy of the Final Nut can enter."

Everyone turned to Henry.

He looked around, confused. "Me?"

Seraphina nodded solemnly. "You were chosen by the Goddess. You survived Moistessa's rituals. You defeated Boinkzilla with nothing but your thighs and mild trauma. You're the last man in Milforia and somehow... the horniest."

Henry stood, wobbling slightly from exhaustion. "So you're saying I'm... the nutting chosen one?"

"Yes," Climaxa said. "And I must remain here to prepare the Counter-Rizz Ritual."

Moistessa looked heartbroken. "But... who will film the journey? Who will document the sweat and thighs and emotionally confusing cuddles?"

"You'll film the rebellion," Seraphina said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Lead the resistance here. Rally the Lust Maidens. Guard the sacred lubrication scrolls."

Moistessa sniffled. "Promise me something, Seraphina."

"Anything."

"...Get me a shot of Henry's ass on a cliff with dramatic wind."

Seraphina smiled. "Done."

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Later that night...

The air had changed.

The humid heat of Milforia had given way to something cooler. Crisper. The sky was velvet black, pierced with stars that shimmered like spilled glitter. A soft breeze danced through the palace balconies, making curtains billow like shy lovers.

Henry sat at the edge of his balcony, shirtless again (of course), feet dangling over the marble edge, watching the stars and occasionally sipping something suspiciously pink.

He didn't notice Seraphina until she sat beside him.

She wore a soft robe, loosely tied, hair down in waves. For once, no war paint. No sassy smirks.

Just her.

"Hey," she said softly.

"Hey," he replied.

They sat in silence for a while.

"I'm scared," Henry admitted.

Seraphina blinked. "Of the mission?"

"No," he said. "Of you. You're... really hot and emotionally competent. It's terrifying."

She laughed quietly. "I should be mad, but... thank you."

He turned to her. "Are you really okay leaving them behind?"

"I'm not," she said. "But this journey... it's not about them. It's about us."

"Us?"

She leaned closer. "You and me. Facing the heat together. Possibly sharing beds. Accidentally seeing each other bathe under moonlight. You know—important stuff."

Henry swallowed. "Oh. The real character development."

Their hands brushed.

The silence changed.

She leaned in just a little more, until her breath tickled his lips. "Henry..."

"Yes?"

"Promise me something."

"Anything."

"When we get to the island... don't fall in love with the womb priestesses."

He paused. "Even if they're hot and emotionally broken?"

"Especially then."

They kissed.

Not the rushed, horny kiss of earlier Chapters, but a slow, soft, surprisingly spicy one. Their lips moved like a secret being shared. Her hand slid into his hair. His hand accidentally cupped her butt. He apologized. She didn't mind.

Then, a long silence.

"...So," he said finally, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. "Do we have time for a—"

"No," she said. "Save your energy. Tomorrow, we leave Milforia."

"But like... a little one?"

"No, Henry."

"Just the tip of the adventure?"

"Go to bed."

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Morning came.

A strange fog had settled over the palace. The once-bright skies were dull and silver. The roads that had once bustled with seductive chaos now lay still. Only the sound of distant moans remained—a comforting, slightly disturbing lullaby.

Henry stood in travel gear: tight pants, loose shirt, a cloak that screamed mysterious adventurer with a sad backstory. Seraphina wore battle robes designed for maximum flexibility and minimum chest coverage.

Their bags were packed.

The gates opened.

Thrustina hugged Henry tight. "Don't let anyone spank you without consent."

Moistessa sobbed. "Bring me back a relic of ancient horniness."

Climaxa nodded solemnly. "Remember: the Ritual of Relentless Rizz can only be stopped if you locate the Eternal Simp Crystal, hidden deep within the Womb Temple."

Henry stared. "You're making this up as you go, aren't you?"

"I'm a goddess," she winked. "It's what we do."

And so, Seraphina and Henry stepped onto the golden carriage pulled by two glowing, moaning llamas (don't ask), and set off into the unknown.

The wind howled.

The fog thickened.

Henry looked at Seraphina. "You sure you know where we're going?"

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"No," she said.

"...Hot."

They rode into the fog, disappearing beyond the hills, the silhouette of their figures bathed in a soft pink sunrise.

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