Rain pelted the streets like someone had decided to drain a swimming pool from the sky. Neon lights reflected off the puddles, painting the city in streaks of pink, blue, and green. Kaito Suzuhara, nineteen, trudged through the chaos, hoodie soaked through, hair plastered to his forehead, and glasses fogged so badly he might as well have been blind.
"Why does life hate me so much?" he groaned, kicking a puddle that only splashed back at him. He had barely survived another grueling day at university, barely managed to avoid his landlord's latest threats, and now—apparently—the universe had decided to humiliate him further.
Then it happened.
A sudden flash of blinding light split the sky, and Kaito stumbled backward, squinting through the rain. Before him floated a small, spinning, glowing cube. It hummed with energy, and a booming voice filled his head—not just audible, but visceral, vibrating through his bones.
"Congratulations, mortal! You have been chosen as the next… Multiversal Milf Hunter!"
Kaito froze. He blinked once, then again. "I… what?"
"Take this!"
The cube shot a golden beam into his chest. Pain? Not quite. Warmth? Definitely. He staggered, clutching his chest as a glimmering compass materialized in front of him, spinning lazily, golden light emanating from its edges.
"This… is the Multiversal Love Compass. It points toward your destiny: mature, curvy women in need of… affection. Your goal: charm, flirt, and conquer."
Kaito's knees went weak. "I—I'm nineteen! I barely know how to talk to girls, let alone—"
"Exactly! Your inexperience ensures rapid potential growth in the art of seduction. Your adventure begins… now!"
The compass flared, creating a vortex of swirling colors that sucked in the rainy street, neon lights, and even Kaito himself. His stomach lurched as the world twisted and shifted. Within seconds, he was no longer in the city.
Rolling green hills stretched beneath a perfect blue sky. Birds chirped, chickens clucked somewhere in the distance, and a warm breeze carried the scent of grass and wildflowers. Kaito shook his head. "Where… am I?"
A voice called out, melodic and sharp, pulling him from his daze.
"Hey! You there! Young man!"
Kaito turned—and froze.
She was breathtaking. Tall, curvy, and radiating confidence, with golden hair cascading past her shoulders in soft waves. Amber eyes locked onto him with a sharp, commanding gaze, yet something teasing danced in them. She wore what could only be described as a battle mage outfit, tight leather corset emphasizing her ample chest, a short skirt that left little to the imagination, and thigh-high boots that hugged her legs like armor. A staff rested in her hand, tipped with a crystal that glimmered in the sunlight.
Her voice cut through the air again. "You're not from around here, are you?"
Kaito's face immediately caught fire. "Uh… n-no, I mean, yes… well, sort of… I'm visiting!"
Target Acquired. Compatibility: 87%.
The compass buzzed in his chest. "C-Compatibility… what?" he whispered.
The woman stepped closer, letting the sun glint off her curves. Every movement was hypnotic. Her hair caught the light like spun gold, bouncing slightly with each step. The leather corset pushed her chest forward enticingly, and the short skirt barely covered her toned thighs. Kaito's heart raced, and a certain… other part of him reacted too. He clamped a hand over his lap, mortified.
"Ha! You're trembling. I like eagerness," she said, her smirk playful. "If you're going to be here, you'll need to prove yourself. This village doesn't tolerate slackers."
"P-prove myself?" Kaito stammered. His brain scrambled to process her beauty, her commanding presence, and the ridiculous multiverse compass buzzing like a dying bee in his chest.
"Yes. Follow me," she said, twirling the staff gracefully. The tip glowed, summoning a small orb of fire that danced across the cobblestones. "Training. You'll need strength, agility, and… focus."
Kaito swallowed hard, trying not to stare at the way her chest pressed forward with each step, or the way her thighs flexed under the short skirt. Focus, he reminded himself. Not that kind of focus.
"Uh… okay! I… I can do training!"
She raised an eyebrow, amused. "Bold. I like bold. But boldness without skill is… dangerous."
As they reached a clearing, she gestured to a set of wooden dummies. "Your first lesson: lifting heavy objects while maintaining balance. A warrior's core strength is essential. Think you can handle it?"
Kaito nodded nervously, stepping forward. Of course, nothing in his life had prepared him for this. Lifting the dummy sent him stumbling backward immediately, arms trembling.
"Careful!" she called, eyes gleaming. Her tone was sharp, commanding—but underneath, there was a teasing lilt, like she was enjoying watching him struggle.
As he struggled to stabilize the dummy, a gust of wind blew her skirt slightly, revealing more of her toned thighs and a hint of lace underneath. Kaito's heart jumped, and the dummy slipped from his grip, landing with a heavy thud.
"Oof!" he grunted, collapsing onto his rear. "I-I'm fine! Totally fine!"
She sighed, walking over to him. The sun glinted off her hair and the contours of her body as she knelt beside him. "You're cute when you panic." Her hand brushed his shoulder lightly, and Kaito felt his entire body heat up.
Mission Hint: Engage target through assistance and flirtation.
She helped him up, her fingers lingering just a fraction too long. "You'll need to focus," she said softly. "Control your strength… and control yourself."
"I-I can do that!" he sputtered, trying desperately not to imagine what that phrase might also mean in this context.
She smiled, leaning closer, letting him catch a whiff of her perfume—warm, floral, intoxicating. The staff she held brushed lightly against his chest, and Kaito had to take a deep breath to steady his racing pulse.
"You may just have potential," she said, standing straight and giving him a challenging look. "But first… let's see if you can survive one day in Lustwood without embarrassing yourself further."
Kaito nodded eagerly, though internally he was panicking. One day? With her? And then… he glanced down at the compass hovering near his chest, and the tiny golden letters spelled out something he couldn't ignore:
Target: Mature, curvy, dangerous… and highly compatible.
Compatible? Dangerous? His brain scrambled to process what exactly this multiverse thing meant—but one thing was clear: he had no choice. He was officially a Milf Hunter, and this golden-haired, battle-ready enchantress was his first target.
The wind ruffled her hair, the sunlight bounced off her curves, and the faint glimmer of mischief in her amber eyes told him one thing with terrifying clarity: he was in way over his head… and loving every second of it.
And so, soaked, shivering, and completely flustered, Kaito Suzuhara took his first shaky steps into the chaotic, erotic, and utterly unpredictable world of multiversal Milf hunting.