Eren's last memory of Earth was painfully mundane: sprawled on his bed, half-asleep, hand down his pants, cursing himself for a week of boredom gone to waste. Then… darkness.
When he opened his eyes, he was not in his bedroom. The air was thick, scented with honey, smoke, and something more primal he couldn't name. Chains bit into his wrists and ankles, forcing him onto cold stone. He struggled, wincing. "Uh… hello? Anyone? Or… I guess I'm dead? Yeah, that would make sense," he muttered, shameless even in panic.
Surrounding him were dozens of women — impossibly beautiful, impossibly inhuman. Their eyes glinted like molten gold, amber, and liquid night, each gaze sharp, teasing, and predatory. They moved with a grace that seemed almost magical, hips swaying, breasts firm, waists impossibly narrow, thighs sculpted like marble statues. Even standing still, they radiated confidence, dominance, and danger.
Eren blinked rapidly. "Okay… wow… this is bad. And… amazing? Look, ladies, I'm—uh—I'm very single. Very flexible. Very… uh… experienced. In a very broad sense. Please don't kill me?" His voice cracked, betraying the terror underneath his shameless facade.
A tall succubus stepped forward. Crimson hair fell like molten fire to her hips, framing a face both regal and lethal. Her eyes, liquid gold, scanned him from head to toe. "The last male," she murmured softly, almost to herself. "How… rare."
Eren swallowed. "Yeah, well… lucky me, right? I guess I'm special. Not sure why you're staring, but, uh, you're really… intimidating." He rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks heating. "Also, I've been… practicing. In case anyone asks." He immediately regretted saying it aloud but couldn't stop himself — old habits die hard.
The women laughed, a sound like wind through black glass. The taller one — the one whose presence seemed to bend the very air around her — stepped closer. Every curve of her body was sculpted for dominance and beauty: long legs that seemed to stretch for miles, hips that swayed like they had their own rhythm, narrow waist, firm chest — the kind that made gravity itself feel irrelevant. She was the queen, her aura of authority and power practically painful to look at.
"I am Kori," she said, voice smooth as velvet, sharp as obsidian. "And you… will be executed."
Eren froze. "Executed? For… what? I literally just woke up here! And honestly, execution seems a bit harsh for a guy who's basically… unlucky in life." He flexed his hands, trying to look casual. "I mean, c'mon… look at me. I'm charming, funny, and—if I may be blunt—very… uh… handy." He flushed at his own words.
Kori's lips curved faintly, amused. "You insult me."
Eren panicked. "Insult? No! I admire you! Top-tier, queen-tier. Absolutely… incredible!" Without thinking, he spanked her, a shameless, ridiculous act of defiance.
Time froze.
Kori's eyes widened—not with anger, but shock. A pulse of heat surged through her chest, her magical aura flickering wildly. This reaction was… unprecedented. Centuries of power, thousands of women, and none had done this. Yet this one human male? His touch, his shameless audacity… it ignited something deep within her magic.
Eren blinked. "Uh… did I just—uh… trigger something? Because, wow, that's… uh… kind of hot?"
She didn't answer. Slowly, her eyes softened. The execution command faltered. This human male—his touch, his shamelessness, his sheer audacity—unlocked something ancient and impossible within her. A surge of raw, chaotic power pulsed through her.
Eren swallowed. "Okay, wow… maybe I should run?"
Kori lifted a hand, the air itself bending to her will. "No."
Her golden gaze locked on him. "You… will be mine."
Eren's jaw dropped. "Wait, seriously? I just spanked you. And now… wow. Okay. Sure. I mean… I wasn't planning on dying today, so, yeah, let's roll with it."
The surrounding succubi gasped. Some looked at him with suspicion, others with envy. He was no longer merely a slave. He was the last man in a land of queens, the only one capable of igniting something Kori had never felt in centuries.
Somewhere deep in his brain, Eren's Earth-born, shameless self whispered: Well… this is gonna be fun.
He flexed his wrists, chains biting into his skin, and grinned. "Alright, world. Let's see what you've got. I may be the only man, but I plan to make it… unforgettable."