"W-what are you trying to do to me?"
Aira's voice shook as her wide eyes met the hungry gaze of the man they called Majesty.
His jaw was tight, his teeth grinding as though he was holding back something wild inside him.
His eyes glowed red, dark and dangerous, like he could devour her whole at any moment.
Before she could step back, he moved. In a single stride, he grabbed her waist and crushed his mouth against hers.
Aira gasped.
His kiss wasn't gentle, it was fierce, demanding, and full of hunger. His lips pressed hard against hers, stealing every bit of air she had. His grip on her waist was like iron, pulling her so close escape was impossible.
She pushed at his chest, clawing weakly, but the more she resisted, the rougher he became. His kiss devoured her, relentless and desperate, until her lungs screamed for air.
Her knees trembled. She wanted to scream, to tell him to stop, but her body betrayed her.
Her lips shook, her resistance weakened, and her heart thumped louder and louder.
Wait… what the hell?! How did I end up like this?!
Just a while ago, she had been lying comfortably in her apartment, enjoying her 19+ harem manhwa in peace. Then sleep claimed her, and when she woke up, she wasn't in her bed anymore. She was trapped in what felt like a dream.
No, more like a nightmare with abs.
Moments earlier…
Aira's eyes fluttered open.
The first thing she saw was the ceiling vaulted, covered in gold, carved with strange symbols.
She blinked rapidly.
A moment ago, she was just in her room, binge-reading her favorite spicy harem story. She only dozed off for what she swore was a five-minute nap. And now? She was somewhere she didn't recognize at all.
Wait… did I die? No, impossible. I didn't even have a chance to confess to my long-time crush yet! Did I transmigrate? Or maybe… did I sleepwalk into a cosplay convention?
"Where… am I? Anyone here?" she called nervously.
Her soft voice echoed across the massive hall.
And instantly, hundreds of heads snapped toward her.
Aira froze.
Everywhere she looked—men. Dozens, maybe hundreds. Some in shining armor, others in robes, some with swords at their belts.
Handsome ones, scary ones, older ones, younger ones—but all men. And all staring at her like she was the last pizza slice at a drinking party.
"What… what is this place?" she stammered, clutching her chest.
Their eyes widened like they'd just seen a unicorn. Whispers spread quickly.
"That voice…"
"It's soft… like a song…"
"Impossible."
Aira stepped back nervously. Oh no. I know this look. This is the 'hyenas spot fresh meat' look. And guess who's the meat? Me.
One tall man with a crimson cloak stepped forward. His hand shook as he pointed at her.
"A… female?" His voice cracked. "This can't be real. Women have been gone for centuries—"
And then the hall exploded.
"Impossible!"
"She must be a goddess!"
"She's mine! I saw her first!"
"Silence! No one touches her!"
Their voices rose, their eyes darkened, their breaths grew heavy.
Aira blinked rapidly, panic rushing in.
Oh my god, is this… pheromones? Are they actually drooling right now? What am I, a walking bottle of cologne?
The air grew thick. Their bodies trembled. Some knights literally collapsed to their knees like dominoes.
"Her presence… it burns. I can't stop wanting her…"
"If she disappears from my sight, I'll go insane…"
Insane? Excuse me? Go insane over ME? Did I hit my head too hard while sleeping? Or worse… am I inside that cursed 19+ novel I was reading?
Oh no, no, no… this smells like trouble. And not just because apparently I smell like trouble.
Aira pinched her cheek hard. Then her arm. Then her thigh.
"Ow! Nope..this i not a dream."
Her cheeks flushed red. Great. I really am the accidental female lead in a reverse harem fantasy.
But seriously—why me? How the hell did I end up here? Did I just unlock some secret chapter in the novel I was reading? I didn't even get hit by a truck like in those transmigration stories.
I literally just went to sleep, for god's sake, and woke up in this mess! Should I be panicking now?
She glanced nervously around.
Yep. Total chaos. Okay, panic mode: officially activated.
Once upon a time, she dreamed of handsome men fighting over her. But this?
This feels less like a romantic fantasy and more like a live-action survival game. My prize? A heart attack.
The crimson-cloaked man suddenly roared, unsheathing his sword.
"Stay back! She belongs to me!"
"No, to me!" another bellowed, eyes bloodshot.
Steel clashed. Fists flew. The hall exploded into chaos.
Aira stumbled back, covering her ears.
Oh my god, they're actually fighting each other! Not for land, not for power, not even for money—but for me! Me! Why does this feel less like a fantasy and more like a nightmare love triangle on steroids?
Her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the cold marble floor.
Why are they looking at me like that? What's happening? Wait—don't tell me…
And then it hit her like a brick.
In this strange world of men, she was the only woman.
…Okay, new plan: fake faint and pray they ignore me.
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The clash of steel rang in her ears. Men fought like wild beasts, sparks flying with every blow.
Aira pressed herself against the floor, shaking so hard she thought her teeth might rattle loose.
This is it. This is where I die. Not from a car accident. Not from old age. But from being fought over like some… some rare Pokémon card.
Then—
"ENOUGH!"
The voice boomed through the hall like thunder.
The chaos froze. Swords halted mid-strike. Heads bowed instantly.
Heavy footsteps echoed closer.
Aira's heart leapt into her throat as a tall man emerged-black and gold armor gleaming, crimson cape flowing behind him. His aura was so heavy, she swore even the air was bowing.
"The Emperor…" someone whispered.
Aira's stomach dropped. Oh no. Here comes the final boss.
He stopped in front of her, golden eyes sharp and cold.
"So it's true," he said. "A woman… after centuries of extinction."
He crouched and reached for her cheek. Aira flinched, but his gloved fingers brushed her skin.
The air thickened. Her scent spread stronger, overwhelming the hall.
The men shivered. Their eyes glowed red.
The Emperor's jaw tightened, his voice low and dangerous. "This scent… it stirs even me."
He rose, his cape sweeping dramatically as he declared.
"She belongs to me. Anyone who dares touch her… will lose his head."