Reborn in Milfloria: The Only Man in a World of Seductive Queens-Chapter 38: The Garden of Gawk Gawk

Henry had never been this confused, aroused, and terrified all at once. As Climaxa snapped her cosmic fingers, the cosmic bubble bath dissolved into a warm mist, and Henry fell gently like a feather covered in body oil onto a velvet petal the size of a yacht.

He blinked.

Was he... on a giant rose?

The rose he landed on wasn’t just soft—it squished like pudding and let out a strange, breathy giggle. "Did... the rose just laugh?" Henry blinked, looking around. Every petal shimmered like it had been dipped in glitter and forbidden thoughts. As he stood, the ground beneath him pulsed gently, like it had a heartbeat. A vine slithered over to him, wrapped around his waist lovingly, and whispered, "Such soft skin... are you a princess?"

Henry yelped, smacking it away. "Consent, you chlorophyll creep!"

He took a step forward and immediately slipped on a mysterious fruit. It exploded in his face, spraying whipped cream and a suspicious strawberry syrup that smelled vaguely of arousal. "Oh great, now I smell like a horny sundae."

A tree nearby let out a moan. Not the creaking kind. The bedroom kind. From a distance, he could hear soft flute music playing, but the flute was definitely sighing in pleasure between notes.

"Yeah. I’m definitely gonna die here. But I’ll die... moisturized."

The air smelled like whipped cream, forbidden books, and a hint of regret. In the distance, sensual moans echoed like church bells during a thunderstorm. The skies were pink. The ground was plush. And in the center of this erotic Eden stood a glowing obsidian gate shaped like a woman doing the splits.

Welcome to the Garden of Gawk-Gawk.

"Behold," Climaxa whispered, floating beside him, now wearing a translucent silk robe that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. "This... is where goddesses bathe in the juices of forgotten pleasure. You, Henry, are the first man to set foot here in seven centuries."

"I’m honored uh, confused a little sweaty actually," Henry muttered, adjusting his waistband. His trousers were dangerously close to committing war crimes.

Climaxa smirked. "You’ll need guidance here. The Garden is alive. It responds to your desires. Your fears. Your... kinks."

Before Henry could object, the rose he was standing on purred.

"Yes. That’s right," Climaxa said, stroking its petals. "Sentient flora. Some roses moan. Some vines tie you up. Others sing jazz."

Suddenly, the rose beneath him shivered and whispered in a husky voice, "Daddy?"

Henry screamed.

"Relax," Climaxa giggled, floating upside down. "It’s just greeting you."

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Meanwhile, in the mortal realm...

Seraphina, Moistessa, and Thrustina stood at the edge of the Canyon of Celibacy, staring into the horizon.

"He’s alive," Seraphina whispered, her voice shaky. "I felt it. That final moan it wasn’t one of defeat. It was one of... cosmic release."

Moistessa sniffled, "That’s the moan of someone who’s tasted Climaxa."

Thrustina cracked her knuckles. "Then we follow his moans. To hell, heaven, or horny Valhalla we ride!"

But first, they needed armor.

Cue the montage.

Seraphina donned the Thigh-Highs of Temptation, which granted her triple agility and +69 charisma.

Moistessa wore the Sacred Corset of Eternal Squish, forged from the spandex of forgotten pole dancers.

And Thrustina? She strapped on the Dual-Dildonic Daggers of Destiny. Glowing. Throbbing. Vibrating with rage.

The three boarded their war beast: a giant, sentient panty dragon named Snüggles.

It moaned when they climbed on. Of course it did.

"TO THE GARDEN!" they shouted.

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Back in Gawk-Gawk...

Henry stumbled through a valley of bouncing jello hills. Every step he took triggered weird sensations:

A tree brushed his arm and whispered, "You lonely tonight, big boy?"

A passing breeze moaned.

Even the grass beneath him giggled.

"Why is everything so horny?" Henry whined.

Climaxa, floating on a bed-shaped cloud, gave him a knowing look. "Because this place was built by the Sisterhood of Endless Heat. They channeled pure thirst into architecture."

Suddenly, a portal shimmered open beside them. Out stepped a garden guardian — a woman made entirely of honey, with hair made of liquid caramel and lips that dripped nectar.

"I am Madame Mellifera," she said, licking her own shoulder. "To pass deeper into the Garden, you must answer one question."

Mellifera didn’t just walk—she oozed. Every step she took left a glittering honey trail that curled like it had a mind of its own. "Henry~" she purred, appearing behind him like a mirage. "Would you like a taste of my nectar?"

Henry jumped. "Ma’am I don’t even drink energy drinks, please—"

Before he could finish, she had twirled around him, her body barely clothed in golden strands. She giggled and tried to wrap around his back like a snake made of silk.

Panicking, Henry darted behind a tree. The tree, however, gasped and whispered, "Ooh. Finally, someone touches me."

Mellifera pouted and floated after him. "Why so shy? Don’t you want to... bee mine?"

Climaxa finally sighed and snapped her fingers. A wave of magic slapped Mellifera mid-air, spinning her into a pile of giggling honey. "He’s here for a trial, not an aphrodisiac commercial."

Henry clutched his heart. "I need an adult. A normal one."

Henry gulped. "Okay..."

She leaned forward. "What... is your most downbad fantasy?"

He blacked out for 0.3 seconds.

Climaxa smirked. "Don’t lie, Henry. The Garden knows."

Henry looked down, cheeks red. "Okay... Okay fine... It’s being trapped in a palace full of thirsty demon queens who want to ’study’ me... for research purposes."

Silence.

Then, applause.

The trees clapped. A moaning bush whistled. The petals of a nearby flower opened, revealing a little sign: "Based."

Mellifera bowed. "You may proceed, King."

Climaxa’s eyes twinkled. "Very good, Henry. You’ve passed the Trial of Truth. Now, we prepare for the Trial of Touch."

Henry’s legs wobbled. "How many trials are there?"

"Seven," she replied. "Each one harder. Wetter. Wilder."

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Elsewhere, the girls had reached the Garden’s outer barrier: a wall made entirely of vibrating obsidian shaped like booty cheeks.

Moistessa gasped. "This is the Gate of Glutes."

Seraphina stepped forward. "We have to slap it."

Thrustina cracked her palm. "Say no more."

WHAP.

The gate quivered. A long, sensual moan echoed through the air, then the cheeks parted, revealing a tunnel lined with glowing pink mushrooms and floating hearts.

The hallway beyond the Gate of Glutes wasn’t ordinary. It was a twisting gallery of memories—called the Maze of Mortifying Manhood.

Each wall shimmered and played back ancient, embarrassing male moments. One showed a man crying while watching a shampoo commercial. Another showed someone slipping on a bar of soap, screaming, "My jewels!"

Thrustina paused in front of a particularly shiny wall. It showed Henry, standing in front of a mirror trying to flex with a sock stuffed in his pants.

Moistessa covered her mouth, giggling. "He really thought we didn’t know?"

Seraphina didn’t laugh. She stared at a softer memory—her first time talking to Henry, replayed in a golden hue. Her eyes softened.

"He’s grown a lot," she whispered. "Still stupid. But grown."

Thrustina scowled, shoving her way forward. "Enough! Emotions are traps! Let’s get our perv prince back before he ends up humping a flower."

Inside was a hallway of portraits—men from ancient times, each more shirtless than the last.

Moistessa frowned. "They were here. The Sisterhood... they kept them here."

Seraphina growled. "Then we tear the Sisterhood down. We bring Henry back. And we give that man the world’s longest cuddle."

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Meanwhile, Henry stood in front of a glowing hot spring shaped like a woman arched backwards in yoga pose.

Climaxa purred. "The Trial of Touch. Here, the spring will show you your true longing."

Henry stepped into the water. Instantly, the steam swirled around him—taking the shape of Seraphina... Moistessa... Thrustina... and someone new.

A woman cloaked in fire, with violet eyes and a tail.

"Who... who is she?" Henry asked, breathless.

Climaxa’s face darkened. "That is... Queen Lavendusk. Ruler of the Sisterhood of Endless Heat."

Henry’s body trembled. "She’s hot."

"She’s dangerous," Climaxa warned. "She’s the one who started all this. She drained the men. She wants you, Henry. As her... final offering."

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Back in the hallway of cheeks, Seraphina and the girls stumbled upon a glowing altar covered in scrolls.

One scroll pulsed.

Seraphina picked it up and gasped.

It read:

> "To the man from another world...

If you are reading this, you are in the Garden of Gawk-Gawk. You are now a target of Queen Lavendusk.

Beware her hips. They lie.

Also, don’t eat the whipped cream trees. They’re cursed."

Moistessa turned pale. "We just... ate one."

BOING.

Her bust doubled in size.

"Damn it!" she shrieked.

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Back at the Trial of Touch, the water glowed white. Henry’s body was now radiating with absurd energy—his chest sparkled, his abs were now eight instead of six, and his hair had leveled up to anime protagonist tier.

Climaxa hovered over him. "You’re almost ready. Just one final step. Kiss the flower of fate."

A giant flower bloomed in front of him.

It winked.

He leaned in...

Just as the portal behind him shattered.

Seraphina, Moistessa, and Thrustina burst through, swords drawn, panting, dripping in whipped cream and glory.

"GET AWAY FROM MY MAN!" Seraphina roared.

Henry blinked, inches from the flower’s lips.

"...Hi, babe."

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TO BE CONTINUED.