Reborn in Milfloria: The Only Man in a World of Seductive Queens-Chapter 28: Rizz on Wings

The hover-bed sliced through the lavender sky like a rejected fanfic idea given wings. Wind caressed Henry's hair, glittering petals swirled around them, and the winged alpacas—named Moist, Plumpus, and Gerald—soared with suspiciously rhythmic wing flaps, like they were vibing to lo-fi moan beats.

Seraphina sat beside Henry, arms crossed, eyes locked on the horizon. "So... The Forbidden Clittydel. What's the over/under on tentacle encounters?"

Henry squinted at the Map of Moist Destiny. "Given the font is dripping, I'd say 100%."

Behind them, the Cult of the Juicy Judgment faded into the distance. But their blessing lingered. Henry now glowed with a subtle aura that made every glance he received from Seraphina slightly more... flustered.

"You smell like confidence and cheap body spray," she muttered.

"Thank you. It's called Eau de Daddy Issues."

Suddenly, the hover-bed dipped.

The alpacas neighed in unison.

Ahead, the clouds parted to reveal a structure so outrageous, Henry choked on his own excitement.

The Clittydel.

An impossibly tall tower made entirely of polished pink marble. It pulsed faintly, like it had a heartbeat. Silken banners flapped in the wind, each bearing the sacred sigil of the Sisterhood: two cherries and a bottle of whipped cream crossed like swords.

Seraphina shivered. "This is where the men were taken. The archives said the Sisterhood used to be a wellness cult... until the men vanished, and they started worshipping the concept of celibacy through aggressive edging."

Henry gagged. "Aggressive what now?"

The hover-bed landed with a soft plap on a cloud-padded landing platform.

Before they could step off, a figure dropped from the sky in slow motion.

A woman. Dressed in a skin-tight latex habit, wielding twin chastity chakrams, with nunchuck rosaries strapped to her thighs. Her eyes glowed with judgment and unfulfilled thirst.

"I am Sister Thiccelia," she said, voice like cold aloe on a sunburn. "Welcome to the Clittydel."

Seraphina raised her sword.

Henry raised his eyebrow. "Is everyone in this realm a dominatrix or is it just me?"

Sister Thiccelia snapped her fingers. More figures emerged—The Nipple Nuns of Celibacy. Clad in tight latex habits, pasties shaped like holy seals, and heels so sharp they could slice through self-esteem.

"You have violated the sacred airspace of the Clittydel," Thiccelia declared. "You must be cleansed."

Henry blinked. "Define 'cleansed' because this place feels like it runs on lube and lies."

The nuns attacked.

Seraphina and Henry were back-to-back. She slashed incoming chastity chakrams out of the air. He dodged a nun's whip, only for it to yank his shirt half off, revealing his divine abs.

Every nun paused.

A collective gasp.

Then a whisper: "A man... with personality and obliques?"

Thiccelia stuttered. "Stay firm, sisters! Lust is a sin!"

Henry struck a pose. "Lust is natural. Denying it is the real crime."

He winked. Half the nuns blushed and fainted. One screamed, "My celibacy is crumbling!"

A thunderous bell rang from within the Clittydel. The gates creaked open.

Out stepped Mother Squeezelda, the Grand Nun of Nipple Discipline.

She was eight feet tall, stacked like a cursed hourglass, and wielded a staff tipped with vibrating pearls.

"You dare challenge the Sisterhood?" she hissed.

Henry nodded. "I'm here to find the missing men. And maybe moisturize the emotional desert inside your heart."

Squeezelda stepped forward, looming over him. "You are foolish... and mildly arousing."

"I get that a lot."

She raised her staff.

Before the battle could begin, Seraphina leapt between them. "No more flirting fights! We're going inside."

"Wait—how do we get past the sacred barrier?" Henry asked.

Thiccelia wiped sweat from her brow. "Only one who passes the Trial of the Thighs can enter the inner sanctum."

Henry pointed at his thighs. "Lady, do I look unworthy?"

A shimmer appeared around him. His thighs glowed.

The barrier vanished.

Everyone gasped.

"He has the thighs of prophecy!" someone cried.

Squeezelda nodded grimly. "Then the Chamber of Forbidden Moans awaits you..."

The nuns stepped aside. The Clittydel's inner doors opened. A warm wave of scented air—like lavender, regret, and old fanfiction—swept over them.

Seraphina muttered, "You'd better behave in there."

Henry smirked. "Define behave."

As they stepped inside, the doors sealed behind them.

From deep within, the sounds of soft moans, gospel chants, and rubber slapping echoed through the halls.

And so began the descent into the Chamber of Forbidden Moans, where Henry would uncover the truth about the Sisterhood... and possibly unlock the hidden secrets of the Great Disappearance.

But first, he had to survive the Confession of Carnal Temptations.

To be continued...