Reborn in Milfloria: The Only Man in a World of Seductive Queens-Chapter 30: Buzzy’s Trial

As Henry and Seraphina emerged from the sacred silence of Mistress Bibliotheca's library, their minds were stuffed with forbidden knowledge, dangerous secrets, and an uncomfortable amount of illustrations featuring extremely flexible women summoning tentacles with their thighs.

The heavy doors behind them vanished—literally. Just poof—like a fart in the wind.

"Did the door just disappear?" Henry blinked.

Seraphina sheathed her sword. "Magic doors do that. Or it got bored of us. Either works."

Before them stretched a long velvet hallway, lined with statues of extremely busty warrior women locked in suggestive poses. One of the statues was somehow licking its own elbow while holding a sword between its thighs. Henry stared.

"Stop ogling the architecture," Seraphina muttered.

"I wasn't ogling, I was... appreciating the craftsmanship."

"Sure. And I read the scrolls for the plot."

They walked down the hallway until they reached a peculiar sign that read:

"Caution: The Chamber of Unholy Moaning contains cursed objects, unsolicited moaning, and highly inappropriate mood lighting."

Henry squinted. "Wait... what do they mean by unsolicited moaning?"

Right on cue, a soft, breathy "Ohhhh yes..." echoed from somewhere deep within the walls.

Henry froze. "Okay, that was not me."

Seraphina gave him a sideways look. "Didn't say it was. But if it happens again, I'm stabbing something."

They stepped into the chamber.

It was... ridiculous.

The floor was made of squishy, bouncing pillows that squeaked every time they stepped. There were shelves lined with cursed adult toys—each labeled with names like "The Ever-Thrusting Lance of Lust," "Buzzy the Betrayer," and "Dildo of Destiny (Do Not Touch, Seriously)."

A suspicious wand floated in mid-air, vibrating violently.

Henry pointed. "Is it just me, or is that thing hovering like it's about to pick its next victim?"

The wand twitched toward him.

"NOPE," Henry yelped, diving behind a beanbag chair shaped like a pair of enormous boobs.

Seraphina snorted. "Brave warrior, protector of the realm, terrified of floating vibrators."

"You didn't see what that scroll said! One guy touched that thing and ended up pregnant with a shadow demon!"

Before Seraphina could reply, a deep voice boomed from the walls.

"YOU HAVE ENTERED THE CHAMBER OF UNHOLY MOANING. STATE YOUR PURPOSE OR BE THRUST INTO ORGASMIC OBLIVION."

Henry stood up cautiously. "We're looking for the Sisterhood of Endless Heat. And also—please don't thrust us into anything."

A long pause.

Then the voice replied, "ONLY THOSE WHO SURVIVE THE TRIAL OF THE CURSED TOY MAY PROCEED."

A loud creak echoed through the chamber as a pedestal rose from the center. On it sat a toy shaped like a spinning top with legs. It jiggled. Menacingly.

Henry's eyes widened. "Why does it look like it wants to dance on my soul?"

A scroll poofed into the air.

Seraphina caught it and read aloud: "To pass the Trial of the Cursed Toy, one must endure its wrath for sixty seconds without screaming the sacred safe word: 'Picklesnatch.'"

Henry gagged. "Who the hell made that the safe word?!"

Before they could plan further, the toy began hopping.

"NOPE! NOPE NOPE NOPE—" Henry started running in circles as the cursed toy gained speed and chased him like a perverted Roomba.

Seraphina fell to her knees, laughing. "Oh gods, this is better than the mirror room!"

The toy launched itself—SPLAT!

Right onto Henry's chest.

He screamed.

"PICKLE—no! I'm not gonna say it!" he wheezed, flailing as the toy vibrated violently and sprayed glitter.

The moaning walls joined in, echoing with every squeaky bounce. "Mmm... oh yes... go faster... picklesnatch me harder..."

Henry turned purple. "I hate this world. I HATE THIS WORLD."

"Thirty seconds!" Seraphina called out, crying with laughter.

The toy was now climbing his shoulder, growling like a cat in heat.

"WHY DOES IT HAVE TEETH?!"

"Fifteen seconds!"

Henry flopped onto the pillow floor, twitching. "I'm gonna die. I'm gonna be buried with glitter in my mouth."

"Five!"

The toy suddenly stopped.

The pedestal sank.

And a soft chime echoed through the room.

"Trial complete. Congratulations, perverts."

The cursed toy vanished into a puff of smoke and lavender-scented mist.

Henry sat up, eyes wide, hair frizzy, and body glittering like a stripper at Coachella. "...Did I pass?"

Seraphina nodded. "You survived the wrath of Buzzy the Betrayer. I'm impressed. And mildly horrified."

The wall ahead rumbled and slid open, revealing a bridge leading to a towering fortress shaped like... well, no need to describe it—it looked like what you're thinking.

Henry got to his feet, wobbly but alive.

"I've survived demon squids, lust witches, and a cursed vibrator named Buzzy. If we don't find the missing men soon, I'm gonna scream."

From the distance, a new moan echoed.

Henry turned pale. "I think Buzzy had siblings."

Seraphina drew her sword again. "Let them come."

Henry sighed. "That's what she said."

And with that, they marched toward the Fortress of Endless Heat—where the Sisterhood waited, the truth loomed, and Henry's patience was officially hanging by a very frayed thread.

To be continued...