Reborn in Milfloria: The Only Man in a World of Seductive Queens-Chapter 40: The Thigh Awakens: Henry Ascends!

Lavendusk sat upon the throne of vines like she’d been born on it. Her legs crossed slowly, deliberately, causing a cascade of violet petals to flutter around her like she had a subscription to dramatic entrances. Her gaze never left Henry, and her smirk deepened like a dangerous valley you fall into willingly.

"So, Henry," she purred, voice thick with temptation, "will you come willingly... or do I have to purr-sue you?"

Henry’s brain glitched. "Did... did she just make a cat pun?"

Moistessa nodded gravely. "The deadliest kind of seduction."

Seraphina drew her sword. It shimmered in the candlelight like a disco ball made of divine wrath. "You’ll get him over my dead, slippery body."

Lavendusk tilted her head. "Oh, I plan to keep you alive, darling. Just... very, very busy."

With a snap of her fingers, the floor trembled beneath them. More vines slithered up from below—soft, glowing, and pulsating with gentle light. One wrapped around Henry’s ankle. He yelped.

"Let go of my moist man!" Moistessa lunged, her trident striking the vine with a splash of glowing nectar. It recoiled, hissing like an offended cat, then retreated.

Henry stumbled back, straight into Thrustina, who steadied him with one arm and muttered, "Get it together. You’re supposed to be the chosen one, not the chosen snack."

"I can be both!" Henry yelped.

Climaxa, still floating in midair and sipping her glittery cocktail, rolled her eyes. "Honestly, you’re all acting like this is your first Final Temptation. Henry, darling, the only way to defeat Lavendusk is to resist her touch, overcome her charm, and channel your ultimate power."

Henry blinked. "Which is...?"

"The Power of Downbad Rejection," Climaxa said, serious now. "You must turn her down. Hard."

Lavendusk rose from her throne, slow and deliberate. Every curve of her body moved like music wrapped in velvet. "Turn me down?" she said, voice dripping with amusement. "Henry can’t even turn down a scented loofah."

"That loofah smelled like vanilla sin!" Henry defended.

She walked toward him, hips swaying like hypnotic metronomes. "You’ve survived the Trials of Touch, Taste, and Tingle, Henry. But now... this is the Trial of Thrust."

Thrustina paused. "That’s my name."

Lavendusk winked. "I know."

Before another word could be said, Lavendusk vanished in a puff of lavender smoke. The next moment, she appeared behind Henry, her hands ghosting near his shoulders.

Seraphina dove in, blade flashing. "Not today, vixen!"

She swung, but Lavendusk vanished again—only to reappear mid-air, reclining like a sensual comet, her body draped over floating petals.

"You can’t fight me with steel. I am seduction incarnate."

"I’ve fought mirrors sexier than you!" Seraphina shouted.

"Yeah!" Moistessa chimed in. "And pillows!"

Henry suddenly doubled over, clutching his chest.

Climaxa floated down. "It’s starting. His core is awakening."

Seraphina looked alarmed. "His core?"

Climaxa nodded. "The Thigh of Destiny. The source of his sacred resistance."

A light began to glow around Henry’s thighs—strong, golden, thicc. His pants fluttered from the sheer pressure of righteous cheek power.

Lavendusk narrowed her eyes. "So you have awakened it. Impressive."

"I don’t know what’s happening!" Henry shouted.

Climaxa whispered in his ear, "Listen to your instincts. Reject her with everything you’ve got. From the loins outward."

Lavendusk landed gently on the cathedral floor, her eyes locked with Henry’s. "Last chance, Henry. Come to me, and I’ll show you pleasures so profound, they’ll become national holidays."

Henry stood tall.

He took a deep breath.

He clenched his thighs.

And he said...

"No thanks. I like my holidays moist, not manipulated."

A shockwave of downbad rejection exploded from his body like a sonic boom powered by holy blue balls. The vines recoiled. The stained glass shattered. One of the cathedral’s hips cracked and moaned, collapsing in orgasmic defeat.

Lavendusk staggered back, her seductive aura flickering.

"No... it can’t be. You rejected me?!"

Henry’s eyes glowed with moist determination. "I’ve been licked by flowers, moaned at by lakes, and rode a vibrating dragon across a maze of lust. You think I’ll fold now? I’ve got a destiny. And a harem!"

Thrustina, Seraphina, and Moistessa stepped beside him, forming a glorious V-formation of divine thirst and chaos.

"Hell yeah, he does," Seraphina whispered.

Lavendusk roared. "If I can’t have you... I’ll destroy you!"

She raised her arms, summoning a vortex of purple lightning and forbidden moans, ready to unleash her wrath.

And then—

A massive hand made of vines crashed through the ceiling.

Everyone paused.

A sultry voice boomed from above.

"NOT ON MY WATCH."

From the sky descended the Goddess of Lust Herself... Clitoriya the Unbothered, riding a phoenix made entirely of lip balm and sass. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Lavendusk hissed. "You!"

Clitoriya descended, hair billowing, eyes gleaming. "Henry belongs to Milforia. And his thighs are under divine protection."

She winked at Henry.

Henry fainted.

His body hit the cathedral floor with the gentle grace of a wet spaghetti noodle collapsing in slow motion. There was a beat of silence—followed by Seraphina yelling, "He’s down! Moistessa, get the salts!"

"I left them in my wetbag!" Moistessa panicked, rummaging through a pouch that contained suspiciously glistening items no one wanted to ask about.

Climaxa floated down beside Henry, placed a hand over his moist forehead, and murmured, "He’s alive. But barely... The Power of Downbad Rejection drained too much of his horny essence. He needs rest, hydration, and probably a juice box."

"I have coconut water!" Thrustina yelled, unstrapping a vial from her thigh holster.

As the girls surrounded Henry’s limp form in various states of panic and devotion, Clitoriya remained hovering mid-air, lip balm phoenix roaring behind her like an empowering ASMR podcast with wings.

Lavendusk snarled, violet smoke curling from her eyes. "You always ruin everything, Clitoriya."

Clitoriya arched a perfectly waxed brow. "Correction. I only ruin your mood. And bad eyeliner."

"You still think he can survive what’s coming?" Lavendusk hissed. "You think he can resist me again?"

Clitoriya floated down until her heeled boots clicked against the cathedral floor. She stood beside Henry’s unconscious body, unfazed. "He just rejected your lavender-scented thighs. That puts him in the top 0.01% of resistance. Even gods simp for those hips, Lavvy."

Lavendusk twitched. "Don’t. Call me that."

"Oh? You preferred Lavvy Duskums like I used to?" Clitoriya grinned, lips shimmering with sarcasm.

Seraphina glanced up. "Wait. You two have history?"

Clitoriya rolled her eyes. "We dated during the Age of Endless Moaning. It didn’t end well. Someone was too possessive."

"You cheated on me with a river spirit!" Lavendusk howled.

"She had a soul made of waterfalls and knew how to swirl," Clitoriya replied, unapologetic.

While divine exes bickered, Moistessa leaned over Henry and gently slapped his cheek. "Wake up, you gorgeous lump of chaos. We need your cheeks. The world needs your cheeks."

Henry groaned. His fingers twitched.

The golden glow around his thighs sparked weakly.

Climaxa gasped. "He’s stabilizing. Quick, pour the coconut water over his abs."

Thrustina didn’t hesitate. She uncorked the vial and let the liquid drizzle across his torso like a sensual Gatorade commercial directed by thirst demons.

Henry gasped awake. "Is it Tuesday? Why do I taste lip balm and betrayal?"

"You’re safe," Seraphina said, cupping his face.

"Mostly," Moistessa added. "Except for the angry ex-lovers fighting over your destiny in the middle of a collapsing cathedral."

Henry looked past them—saw Clitoriya and Lavendusk now grappling in the air, trails of glitter and smoke spiraling around them like magical girl rage-fighting.

"Am I still dreaming?" he muttered.

"Nope," Climaxa said. "Welcome back to Milforia, darling. You passed the Trial of Thrust."

"What happens now?" he asked, sitting up slowly, abs glistening with coconut shimmer.

Clitoriya, still mid-battle, called out between spinning kicks and magical lash attacks, "Now comes the hardest part... the Ascension."

Henry blinked. "That sounds important."

"It is," Climaxa nodded. "You’ve conquered touch, taste, tingle, and thrust. But the final power of a Moist Monarch must come from within... the Sacred Squish."

Moistessa gasped. "The legend was real..."

Thrustina crossed her arms. "Okay, what the hell is the Sacred Squish?"

Climaxa’s voice dropped to a whisper, like she was about to spill divine tea. "The Sacred Squish... is the ancient technique passed down by the Forgotten Thighbrarians. A power so absurd, so ridiculously potent, it can only be unlocked by one with perfect harmony between thirst and restraint."

Henry coughed. "So like... a horny monk?"

"Exactly," Climaxa nodded. "You must achieve the Moist Equilibrium. Only then can you ascend into your final form: King of the Downbad Reborn."

Lavendusk broke free of Clitoriya’s grapple, panting, her makeup still flawless. "No! I won’t let him reach that power!"

She raised her arms—summoning a portal of swirling purple mist and moans. "I’ll drag him into the Valley of Velvet Despair and tempt him until he breaks!"

Before anyone could move, the mist lunged forward like a living tongue. It wrapped around Henry, pulling him toward the vortex.

"Nooo!" Seraphina screamed.

"I just moisturized him!" Moistessa sobbed.

"Do something!" Thrustina threw a spear of lightning—it missed and hit a decorative statue of a goddess spanking herself. It moaned once, then collapsed.

Henry’s body disappeared into the portal.

Lavendusk vanished with him.

The cathedral fell eerily silent.

Only the faint sound of lo-fi seductive beats remained.

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Inside the Valley of Velvet Despair

Henry landed with a bounce.

Literally.

The ground was made of plush, undulating velvet—purple, warm, and humming with low-frequency purrs. A soft fog drifted through the valley, smelling faintly of jasmine and sinful decisions.

He sat up. "Where the hell am I now?"

Lavendusk appeared before him, seated on an enormous beanbag throne. Her outfit had somehow grown even more scandalous—crafted entirely from teasing shadows and strategically placed flower petals.

"Welcome to your final trial, Henry," she said softly. "No more interruptions. No more goddesses. Just you... and me... and your increasingly unreliable willpower."

Henry stood shakily, but clenched his fists. "I’ve come too far to simp now."

"Oh, darling," Lavendusk purred. "Simping is the foundation of Milforia. But you... you’re something else, aren’t you? A creature of chaos. Of contradiction."

She stepped forward—each step causing the ground to throb under her heels.

"You want to be noble," she whispered. "But every cell in your body aches to surrender."

Henry’s eye twitched. "You’re not wrong."

She cupped his face. "Let it go. Become mine. Let the world fade and the velvet consume you."

Henry felt his knees buckling.

His vision blurred.

Her lips were inches from his.

His thighs trembled.

Then...

A slap of moist clarity smacked him upside the mind.

From deep within, he heard the echo of Seraphina’s voice: "You better not cheat on me with a fog demon, you slut muffin!"

Moistessa’s voice: "Control the cheeks, Henry!"

Thrustina’s voice: "Squeeze. Your. Core."

And then... Climaxa: "Sacred Squish, baby."

Henry’s eyes snapped open.

He screamed—not in fear, but in sacred realization.

His body began to glow again, but this time it wasn’t gold. It was platinum thirst energy, wrapped in the aura of self-control.

He pushed Lavendusk back—not harshly, but with profound, enlightened disappointment.

"No, Lavvy," he said gently. "You’re hot. You’re powerful. You’ve got that villainous mommy energy that haunts my dreams. But I choose... not to fold."

Lavendusk staggered back, eyes wide.

Henry floated into the air—legs crossed, cheeks glowing with sacred symmetry.

"I am no longer just the Moist Man," he declared.

"I... am the Squishcendent."

With a final burst of radiant thighlight, the entire valley shook. The velvet ground exploded in petals and purity. Lavendusk was blasted back into the void, her form dissolving into glittery screams.

A heavenly light opened above.

Seraphina, Moistessa, Thrustina, Climaxa, and even Clitoriya appeared, floating down to greet the reborn Henry.

Climaxa sniffled. "He’s... beautiful."

Moistessa sobbed. "Look at those thighs. They’re practically sermon material."

Henry hovered, haloed in divinity and stupidity. "Did I do good?"

Seraphina grinned. "You did stupidly good, you idiot."

Thrustina sighed. "Now put on pants before someone worships your glutes."

Henry smiled.

And thus, the final Trial ended.

The Sacred Squish awakened.

Milforia had its Moist Monarch.

For now.