Who are these people?!

"Are you okay, you poor thing?"

The booba lady gently caressed Alex's hair, her fingers soft and tender, like she was a benevolent goddess bestowing her divine grace upon a mere mortal.

Alex, overwhelmed, could only stare up at her in reverence.

'Who is this celestial being? Has my deity—Granny Lust Supreme—finally answered my prayers? Have I been blessed with the ultimate anime waifu?!'

His eyes trailed downward, capturing every blessed curve.

Thighs.

Not just any thighs.

Pixar Mom Thighs.

Thighs sculpted by the gods themselves, designed to crush men's skulls like overripe watermelons.

The woman wasn't kneeling—no, no, no—she was crouching. A subtle but crucial detail. This meant one thing and one thing only—she was built different.

Even through her nun outfit, Alex could tell—this woman was hiding WMDs under that habit. And by WMDs, he meant Weapons of Mass Destruction… 

His eyes drank in the sight like a man who had been stranded in the desert for eighteen years and just stumbled upon a Coca-Cola commercial.

Then, suddenly—

A familiar twitch.

A primordial awakening.

The forbidden movement in his pants.

And at the exact same time—

[Ding!!!]

'WHAT THE FUCK?!'

A blue screen materialized right before his eyes, glowing ominously, like the menu screen of every hentai game he had ever shamefully played in the dead of night.

His soul left his body. His testosterone levels spiked.

This was it.

The moment every degenerate Korean manhwa MC had prepared him for.

[Hidden conditions met!!]

[Wiggle the Worm!!!]

[Greetings, Outsider!]

[The God of Lust finds you amusing! She is deeply impressed by your degeneracy.]

Alex blinked.

'Huh?'

[To activate the system fully and receive the divine blessing of our lustful goddess, simply complete the simple quest below!]

A sinking feeling formed in his gut.

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

[Sudden and Crucial Quest: MOTORBOAT SOME FATTY PAIR!]

[Reward: Full activation of the system!]

[Failure will result in the system rejecting you, leaving you as nothing more than a useless, pathetic degenerate… just like in your previous life!]

"…."

"…."

'Hold up. What the fuck?!'

What did they mean, previous life?! Was there some reincarnation fine print he missed?!

And then—

His dumbass finally looked up.

The sky stretched above him, crisp and clear, the kind of perfect anime blue you only see in Studio Ghibli backgrounds. Wisps of white clouds lazily drifted like they had no idea a certified pervert was losing his shit down below.

It was… breathtaking.

It was majestic.

It was—wait, what was that under his fingers?

Something soft… cool… strangely textured.

He turned his head slowly, praying he hadn't just grabbed something indecent in the heat of the moment.

His pupils dilated.

His brain short-circuited.

His soul ascended.

GRASS.

His fingers were sinking into real, actual, fresh, green GRASS.

He gasped audibly, like a monk who had just reached enlightenment.

'HOLY SHIT! THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE?!'

His hand twitched as he ran his fingers through it.

Soft. Cool. Refreshing.

Like the gentle caress of a mother's embrace.

Like a long-lost lover reuniting after years of separation.

Like the touch of an angel absolving his sins.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

'So… this is what it's like to be a normal human being…'

For the first time in years, Alex had escaped the suffocating walls of his room, and this—this was what awaited him.

A world of peace. A world of beauty. A world where his right arm wasn't disproportionately jacked from years of vigorous exercise.

He had touched grass.

And it was fucking glorious.

"Man, the boy looks lost. Oh boy, are you lost? Here, here, here. Are you hungry? Do you need some sunflower seeds to munch on?"

'Huh? What the?'

"I must say, they're tasty, alright. Real tasty. Munch. Munch. I can give you some if you want, but you better speak now, or else I won't guarantee you'll have anything else left to eat. Ha ha ha… munch munch…"

The deep rumbling voice echoed from above, shaking the very air around Alex like an ancient deity had descended to grant him a side quest.

He adjusted his head ever so slightly and looked up—

And oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.

What in the name of physics-defying proportions was this?!

Two massive legs—thicker than oak trees, wider than his will to live—stretched skyward, leading up to a gigantic, spherical entity. No, not an entity—a gravitational force of its own.

Since Alex was still lying down, he couldn't even see beyond the celestial mass before him, but he knew—somewhere up there, hidden beyond the great mountain of flesh, was a face.

And just to confirm it, sunflower seed crumbs tumbled down like a landslide, rolling over the immense curvature of what Alex could only describe as a planet in leather armor.

And the outfit—dear gods, the OUTFIT—

A valiant little leather tunic, struggling for its dear life, holding on by a single determined thread, stretched so thin it was whispering its final prayers to the God of Tailors.

Every fiber of its being screamed for mercy.

Every stitch was at its limit.

Alex watched in horrified awe as the fabric quivered under the sheer impossible pressure—the Hercules of leather, tasked with restraining Olympus itself.

At that moment, Alex had a single thought:

'God help us all if that thing snaps.'

He decided to momentarily forget the sentient beach ball of destruction looming above him and focus on the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity before him.

'I... I really got transmigrated into a fantasy world? Holy mother of MILFs, I can't believe this...'

Every single self-respecting boy in the world had imagined this exact moment at least once—whether it was getting isekai'd into an anime, thrown into a video game, or waking up with cheat powers in a medieval kingdom where big titty elves roamed freely.

And if you haven't? Well, my friend, kindly check your pants—because there's a good chance you were born without an eggplant.

But to think it actually happened? This wasn't just a dream come true—this was the wet dream of every nerd who had ever touched a fantasy novel and whispered, 'Take me away, O mighty truck-kun!'

Alex was so high on euphoria that he practically left his physical body behind, spiritually ascending into the heavens of wish fulfillment.

Unfortunately, reality didn't give a damn about his internal monologue, because another voice rudely interrupted his blissful self-indulgence.

"He looks like he's retarded. Let's leave him and get back to our mission. I just wanna smash some heads together."