The city never really slept. It just shimmered differently at night — a sea of neon lights, horns, and whispered secrets beneath the hum of skyscrapers.
Through the cracked window of a high-rise apartment, muffled club beats pulsed faintly in the distance. The air inside was heavy — perfume, alcohol, and something a little more dangerous.
Krai Arksen leaned against the wall, shirt halfway unbuttoned, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. A woman pressed against him, her lipstick still perfect, her laugh low and nervous. The dim yellow lamp painted their skin in soft gold.
He tilted his head down, brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, and whispered, "You sure about this?"
Her answer came in the form of her hands sliding up his chest. "You talk too much," she murmured — and that was all the invitation he needed.
His lips found her neck, slow and deliberate. She gasped, fingers tightening in his hair as he kissed down to her collarbone.
When he pulled back to look at her — flushed, breath trembling — there was a reckless spark in his eyes.
He pushed her gently onto the bed, hovering above her, lips brushing her forehead, then her mouth — a deep, hungry kiss that left no room for hesitation.
His shirt hit the floor. The sound of their breathing filled the room.
Then—
BANG.
The door slammed open.
A man stood at the threshold, eyes wide, fury twisting his face.
The room froze.
"YOU BASTARD! SHE WAS MINE!" the boyfriend roared, voice cracking with betrayal.
Krai turned his head, still half-straddling the woman, and — absurdly — smirked.
"Doesn't look like she wanted to be, bro."
That single sentence snapped the last thread of restraint.
The boyfriend lunged, swinging blindly. Krai barely dodged, caught a fist to the jaw, and stumbled back with a grunt.
Glass shattered. A lamp toppled. The woman screamed — a useless sound under the chaos.
Krai recovered, wiping blood from his lip, and laughed. "Guess we both fell for the same mistake."
"Shut up!" The man's voice broke again. He grabbed Krai by the collar, shoving him backward, muscles trembling with rage.
The two struggled near the balcony, curses and broken furniture flying. For a moment, Krai thought he'd turn the fight around — but then the man pushed again, harder.
There was a splintering crack of metal and glass.
And Krai fell.
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Wind howled past him as the city blurred into streaks of light.
Time seemed to slow, like the universe wanted him to watch every stupid decision he'd ever made.
Faces, drinks, laughter, sweat — all the reckless nights, the lies, the indulgence.
Every thrill. Every sin. Every smile that didn't mean anything.
He didn't feel fear — just a strange calm.
He chuckled mid-fall, his voice swallowed by the wind.
"I had fun, at least… I did want to finish it though."
Then, faintly — a voice. Feminine. Smooth as velvet, amused.
"Fun, huh? Even now?"
His eyes opened a little wider. "What the hell—who's—"
The ground rushed closer. Streetlights reflected in his fading pupils.
He smiled one last time.
"If I got another chance…" he whispered, "I'd still do what I wanted. Maybe I'd do it better, with more at that."
Impact.
Silence.
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When he opened his eyes again, there was no pain. No sound.
Just light — endless, weightless, white light stretching into infinity.
He floated in it, confused. "Am I dead?" he muttered, half expecting some kind of hospital ceiling or demon pit.
Instead, the voice came again — warm, mature, almost playful.
"Dead? Technically, yes. But that's such a boring word, don't you think?"
He turned slowly, squinting. The light shifted, taking shape — soft curves, faint glow, a silhouette of a woman whose presence alone radiated both comfort and danger.
"Who… are you?"
Her laugh echoed like music. "Someone far beyond your comprehension, mortal. But if it helps…"
The light pulsed — her tone dipped into a teasing warmth.
"You may call me the Goddess of Lust. Or… the Milf Goddess, if you prefer."
Krai blinked. "...You're kidding."
Her smile deepened. "Hardly. You burned so bright with desire in your world that your soul distorted the balance of mine. I suppose it's only fair that I make use of you."
He raised a brow. "You're saying… you need me?"
"Exactly," she purred. "You'll be reborn into a world where women hold magic and men wield strength. But the balance has begun to tilt — lust has grown weak. Without it, creation itself falters."
Krai stared blankly for a moment, then chuckled. "So you're sending me to another world… because I was too horny?"
The goddess giggled softly. "Because you were exceptionally horny. A rare gift, believe it or not."
A faint shimmer of light danced around her fingertips. "I'll give you a system — one that rewards you for embracing your nature. You'll grow stronger through desire, through bonds, through pleasure."
He tilted his head. "Sounds like a dream… or a scam."
"Oh, and since you're so particular," she continued smoothly, "I'll give you companions — three, in fact. Each chosen from the peak of maturity and beauty. You said you liked women with experience, didn't you?"
Krai smirked. "Damn right I did."
"Then it's settled." Her tone turned divine again — commanding but affectionate. "Live freely. Grow strong. And perhaps… make me proud, my little sinner."
Before he could reply, the light swallowed him whole.
His last thought before fading was a single amused whisper:
"Guess I'm really doing it again."
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End of Chapter 1