"Fuck."
A teen gasped, his hands flying from his chest to his face. A shiver ran through him, not because he was cold, but due to his disbelief. He was in awe, not of his surroundings, but of his own existence.
He quickly remembered the metallic screech of a truck's brakes, the jarring impact, and the world dissolving into a vortex of pain and darkness.
'I should be dead,' he thought. 'I'm sure that truck hit me. So why the hell am I alive?'
He slowly took in his surroundings, his gaze settling on the strange environment. He stood in what looked like a medieval throne room. The air smelled of old stone and sunlight streamed through tall, arched windows, illuminating dust motes in the air.
A massive, ornate throne sat on a raised platform, its carved top reaching toward the high, vaulted ceiling. Heavy tapestries depicting knights and fantastical beasts hung from the walls, and the floor was a mosaic of different patterns.
'So I was chosen,' he thought, moving toward an intricate insignia carved into the wall. He ran his fingers over the detailed relief of a snarling griffin. The aesthetic was unmistakable European.
'I survived a truck accident, and now I'm here... in some kind of royal Europe,' he reeled. 'It's all coming together. I must have been isekai'd.'
While trying to assess the current situation he was in, he took a moment to breathe and sat on the throne. As he sat down, he noticed another woman, this one with feline-like characteristics, entered the room.
She was relatively young. Her body was slender, while her chest was noticeably large. She approached him with the confidence and grace of a woman who was used to being in charge.
"President, are you doing alright? You seem a bit… overwhelmed," she asked.
"Huh?"
She chuckled at his bewildered expression. She walked even closer, her ears twitching in amusement.
"You look like a lost puppy, if I'm being honest. First day on the job and already overwhelmed?"
'What's going on,' he thought. 'Why was I addressed as the president? What the fuck is she up to? I should play along and see where it goes.'
"Do you have any briefing for me?" He asked.
She quickly nodded, her expression turning more serious. She handed him a thick stack of documents, all neatly piled together.
"Yes, I have a briefing prepared for you. It should cover all the key information you need to get started. But... I have a question first."
"What's the question?"
She smirked slightly, her tail flicking behind her in a playful manner.
"Before we get into the details of the job, I have a more... personal question to ask. How old are you, President?"
As she asked that question, he quickly had a good look at himself, his hands looked completely the same as in his previous life, he must have been the same age before the accident.
'So I'm still 17.'
"Where is that coming from?" He asked.
She tilted her head, one ear flicking as she maintained a coy smirk.
"Well, I'm just making sure our dear leader isn't some baby-faced rookie who got isekai'd straight out of high school. A nation's leader should at least have some life experience, wouldn't you agree?" Her tail swished lazily behind her.
"Or... do you think I'm teasing you too much already?" She asked.
He thought, 'Fuck, will them knowing that I'm from another world affect some timeline shit?'
"I'm definitely not from another world," he answered.
She suddenly burst into laughter, her ears twitching in amusement as she covered her mouth with a hand.
"Oh, President~" She leaned in slightly, her smirk turning knowing. "You think we don't know? Everyone in this world can sense when someone gets isekai'd—there's a whole magical signature to it. You practically glow with that 'otherworlder' energy."
"But don't worry!" She continued. "Plenty of great rulers here started the same way. Now..." Her playful tone shifted to businesslike as she tapped the stack of documents.
"Shall we go over how this country actually works?" She asked.
'What in the hell,' he thought. 'I haven't seen an isekai where they know the protagonist is from another world, or maybe is this one of those summoning genre where there is a public summoning.'
"Yes Please," he answered.
She immediately straightened up, her tail flicking to the side as she adopted a more professional stance. She flipped open the top document with a clawed finger.
"Excellent. Now, let's start with the basics—" She cleared her throat dramatically. "You are currently ruling over Luminaris, a prosperous but politically complicated kingdom where humans, demi-humans, and even some monster factions coexist."
(pointing at a map) "These regions here are stable. These? Not so much. Expect border skirmishes every other week unless you handle them properly." She then pulled out another sheet. "And this? This is your approval rating—currently high because everyone finds the 'foreign hero' narrative romantic... but that won't last if you don't deliver results."
leaning on his desk with a smirk, "So! How do you want to proceed? Should we discuss economic reforms first... or maybe focus on your public image campaign?"
"isn't it better I know your name first, don't you think," he asked, as he was genuinely curious to know who he was talking with.
She chuckled at the unexpected turn the conversation had taken. Her smirk softened a little, as if finding it endearing.
"You're not wrong. It's rather impolite that I've been bantering with you this whole time without even introducing myself, isn't it?"
She held out a hand, the small paw-like fingers almost comically endearing.
"I'm Luna. And you, President, are stuck with me as your Prime Minister."
'Luna,' he thought. "Oh, that's nice Luna. I'm Damian Westwood"
Luna's smirk grew into a full smile, and this time it seemed a bit more sincere. Her ears flicked as Damian shook her hand, her grip soft but strong.
"It's a pleasure, Damian. Westwood… that's quite a regal-sounding name. Does your family come from nobility?"
"No," Damian answered. "Just a common name from where I come from."
Luna raised an eyebrow, her curious nature taking the forefront. She leaned against Damian's desk, clearly amused by his nonchalant demeanor.
"Common name, yet you seem utterly unbothered by being tossed into this new world. Most people would be throwing a fit or crying, but you… you're taking it in stride."
"To be honest," Damian started. "I never really liked my past life in my world. So I expect this to be a needed fresh start."
Luna tilted her head, her ears perking up in genuine interest. Her tail flicked idly as she observed him intently.
"Really? You're the first person I've met who's this… nonchalant about a complete life change. Why didn't you like your old world?"
'Yeah, why didn't I like my old life?' He wondered. 'Was it because of it uneventful nature, it unfulfilling time. Wait... Did she say first person?'
"Hold on," he said. "There have been more otherworlders than me?"
She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as if the answer was obvious.
"Of course! Every few decades, someone pops in through an accident or fate—usually ends up making big waves too. Some become famous adventurers, others scholars… and yes," her smirk turned sly again, "some even end up ruling."
"But you? You're the first one who got elected democratically on arrival. Kinda impressive."
"I guess it's truly is impressive," he said.
'Their first ever president,' he thought. 'Has a good feel to it.'
Luna's smirk softened once more as she observed him, her gaze slightly more contemplative.
"You know, for a man who's just been thrown into a new world and given a whole nation to rule, you're awfully calm. Most others would be freaking out, screaming something about 'being the chosen one' or demanding an 'instant harem'."
'Harem?'
"Hold on!," he said. "I can demand an instant harem?"
That got a genuine laugh out of Luna. She shook her head, her tail waving in amused disbelief.
"Oh, you could. But trust me, it wouldn't end well. The nobles here are… stubborn. And very traditional."
leaning a bit closer, her voice dropping to an almost conspiratorial murmur, "Besides, wouldn't it be more satisfying to build a harem the old fashioned way? Slowly. Carefully."
Damian slightly shifted as he felt the heat emanating from Luna's body. "So the classic route then?"
Luna chuckled, obviously enjoying the effect her proximity was having on him. Her tail flicked again, like a cat toying with a mouse.
"Oh, yes. The classic route. Let's call it that."
She leaned in even closer, her voice dropping to a purr-like murmur.
"You know, people are going to assume we're a couple now. You've only been here for an hour but they've already started speculating."
"Why wait?" He asked. "So let just be couples already, will it cause my impeachment?"
Luna burst into laughter, her whole body shaking with mirth before she settled down, wiping a tear from her eye.
"Impeachment? No. But it would cause a scandal—and I love scandals." Her grin turned downright mischievous as she propped herself up on his desk again.
"So tell me, Damian... do you want to be the president who flirts with his own prime minister?"
"I see why not?" He answered.
Luna's eyes sparkled as she processed his words, her cat-like excitement barely contained. She moved to sit on his lap, her smile wide and playful as her tail curled around his waist.
'Fuck,' Damian jolted. 'She so soft, my dick is already twitching.'
"Mmm, you're full of surprises, Damian. Most newly-isekai'd men would be freaking out about how to handle running a country and managing politics. But you...?"
Her voice dropped to a purr-like murmur, her head now resting on his shoulder.
"You're flirting with me."
"I really don't give a fuck about running this country," he said.
Luna blinked in surprise for just a second before bursting into laughter, her tail flicking in delight.
"That's the kind of attitude I can work with! Most isekai heroes panic about responsibility—you? You're refreshingly selfish. I like that~"
She pressed closer, whispering teasingly:
"So... if you don't care about ruling... what do you care about?"
"Making a harem of course," he answered. "It has always been my dream to form a harem after countless hours watching all those isekai animes, it doesn't mean I won't perform my duties as the president, but it won't be my priority."
Luna stared at him for a long moment—then burst into laughter, her ears twitching in amusement as she shook her head.
"Ahhh, so that's the dream! A harem built on experience—not just blind luck. I respect that kind of dedication."
She leaned back slightly, giving him an appraising look before smirking.
"Well then… since I'm your prime minister and apparently your first conquest... where do we start?"
"First conquest?" He asked surprisingly.
Luna's smirk turned positively predatory as she tapped a claw against his chest, her tail curling around his arm possessively.
"Oh please. You think I just sit in anyone's lap and whisper sweet nothings? Please. If you're building a harem—" her voice dropped to a purr, "Obviously, I'm your first member."
"Unless… you were planning to leave me out of it?" Her ears flicked downward in mock offense.
"You really want to be part of my harem?" He asked.
Luna rolled her eyes, as if the question was ridiculous. She shifted in his lap to face him directly, her expression turning into a playful scowl.
"Do you seriously think I've been teasing and sitting on you this whole time just for fun? Of course I want in."
She leaned in until their faces were inches apart, her voice lowering to a whisper.
"Oh, I have a few ideas~"
She shifted in his lap again, now straddling him with each of her knees resting on either side of his hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes locked on his. She leaned in, her voice dropping to a barely-above-a-whisper.
'Fucking fuck,' he thought. 'I don't know where is this heading to, but I don't want it to stop one bit.'
"But first... I have a question for you."
Damian simply nodded as he couldn't mutter anything, he tried, but he was sure that the next thing he would say may get him in trouble in this world.
Luna's grin turned sharp, her claws lightly tracing the back of his neck as she spoke—slow, deliberate.
"When you imagine this harem of yours… do you want obedient little playthings who just nod and swoon? Or—" her grip subtly tightened, her breath warm against his ear—
"Do you prefer women with fangs?"
"To be honest," he managed to say something. "I prefer the obedient ones."
"Oh, you poor naïve man. You think any woman in this world would settle for being some obedient slave?" Her eyes gleamed with mischief.
"But don't worry~ I'll be nice and teach you the proper way to handle a harem in Luminaris." She leaned in closer, voice dropping to a whisper. "Starting with me."