The Lustforged Hero

Liam blinked, his vision blurry, a lingering warmth running through his body. For a moment, he thought he was dreaming—or perhaps still stuck in the strange light from before. But as his eyes began to focus, he froze.

Right in front of him, filling his view, was a pair of the largest, most impossibly perfect breasts he had ever seen. They weren't just large—they were absurdly full, practically defying gravity, their creamy skin glowed slightly in the dim light of the room. A thin, delicate cloth covered them, transparent enough to leave little to his imagination.

Liam's mouth went dry. Surely, this couldn't be real. His rational mind struggled to understand what he was seeing. He squeezed his eyes shut and shakes his head to clear the haze, then opened them again.

The "milkers" were still there.

"Holy crap," he blurted out, stumbling backward. His legs caught on something, and he fell to the ground with an ungraceful thud. His back ached from the pain, but the shock of the moment overwhelmed it.

From his position on the floor, he looked up, his heart beating in his chest. His eyes traveled up the outrageous curves to meet the face of the woman before him.

She was stunning. No, stunning wasn't the right word—she was unreal. Her face was like something sculpted by a master artist, impossibly perfect yet terrifyingly alluring. Her lips were full, soft, and slightly parted, as if she were whispering something. Her nose was delicate, framing her features perfectly. But it was her eyes that caught him most—they were an unnatural shade of crimson, that glowed slightly, with very intense gazes. They stared down at him with an unreadable look.

Her hair fell around her shoulders in dark, wavy strands, with the ends shining in soft red, like the last glow of a fading fire. She had small, sharp horns on her head that curved slightly backward, making her look dangerous. A smooth, long tail moved slowly behind her, ending in a pointed tip that swayed in a mesmerizing way.

Her outfit was equally provocative. She wore a tiny top that was held by thin gold strings, showing much of her skin. Her waist was impossibly slim, leading to curvy hips covered by a see-through skirt that barely hid her toned thighs. She stood barefoot, but her confident presence made Liam feel small, weak, and completely overwhelmed.

He gawked at her, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, struggling to form words. "W-who are you? What… What are you doing in my room? How did you get here?" His voice cracked, the questions tumbling out in a panicked rush.

The woman tilted her head, her expression still unreadable, but her crimson eyes seemed to study him like he was some kind of specimen. Her lips parted, but no words came. Instead, she crouched slightly, leaning closer to him, her glowing eyes never leaving his.

"Hey, I mean it!" Liam's voice got louder, his heart pounding as her face moved closer. "This isn't funny! What's happening?"

She stayed silent, her expression unchanging, but the way she looked at him made him uncomfortable. It wasn't just her stare—it felt like she was looking right through him, as if she could see every thought and hidden desire he had ever tried to keep secret.

The silence pressed on him like a weight. Unable to hold her gaze any longer, Liam tore his eyes away, looking around the room for the first time—and his breath caught.

This wasn't his dorm.

The room was huge, much bigger than his dorm. The floors were made of shiny black marble with glowing red streaks. The walls were made of dark stone, decorated with detailed golden designs that matched the rhythm of the floor's veins. A large chandelier hung from the high ceiling, its crystal lights spreading a warm, flickering light across the room.

In one corner, there was a giant bed covered in soft red and gold silk. The headboard was beautifully carved from dark, shiny wood. Across from the bed, tall shelves held strange, glowing objects—crystals, black leather books, and bottles of shimmering liquids that changed colors as he looked at them.

"This… This can't be real," Liam whispered, his voice barely audible. He pinched his arm hard, wincing at the sharp pain. Nope. Not a dream.

His gaze snapped back to the woman, who was still crouched in front of him, her tail swaying lazily as she watched him. A faint blush spread across her cheeks now, subtle but unmistakable, as if she were amused by his reaction.

"What… What is this place?" Liam asked, his voice trembling.

The door behind the woman creaked open, and another figure stepped into the room. She was about to speak, her lips parting as if to deliver a message, but her words caught in her throat the moment her eyes landed on Liam. She froze mid-sentence, her eyes widening in shock. A deep blush spread across her cheeks, turning her face as red as the glowing veins in the floor.

The new woman was strikingly different from the first. Her hair was a soft silver, cascading down her back in gentle waves, and her eyes were a pale, icy blue. She wore a flowing gown of deep blue silk that shimmered with every movement, and her delicate hands clutched a small, glowing orb. Despite her composed appearance, her flustered expression and reddened cheeks made her seem almost as vulnerable as Liam felt.

Liam's mind raced, trying to make sense of everything that was happening around him. He couldn't focus on the woman's hauntingly perfect appearance for much longer. Instead, he began to feel the heat creeping up his neck—the embarrassing kind of heat. His gaze flicked from her to the other woman who had just entered the room, both of them still staring at him in what he could only describe as a mixture of shock and something else… curiosity?

He looked down at himself, hoping for some kind of explanation to alleviate the overwhelming tension in the air. His heart skipped a beat when his eyes locked onto his pants.

No way.

His face went as red as a tomato, his stomach dropping to the floor. His pants were down, and in the midst of everything, he'd completely forgotten to, well… pull himself together. His penis was still hanging out of his pants, exposed to both women.

The embarrassment surged like a wave, rushing through his body in a tidal wave of shame. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he couldn't breathe. He wanted to sink into the floor and disappear.

Both women's eyes had widened even further, their faces glowing with the deepest blushes. It wasn't just a mild embarrassment—they were completely flustered.

Liam's mouth moved, but no sound came out. His mind had gone blank from sheer mortification. How could this be happening? In his wildest imagination, he'd never thought he'd end up in a situation like this, much less in front of two stunning women.

A small sound escaped his throat—something between a squeak and a gasp—and before he could make sense of it all, his vision swam. The world spun wildly around him, the glowing room fading into a blur as his face burned with an intensity he'd never felt before.

His head hit the cold, smooth floor with a dull thud.

Everything went black.