Getting out of my house, I paused on the doorstep. I was fascinated by these scenery along the way. This world sure is fascinating I thought.
The world before me looked like someone took a cyberpunk city, slammed it into a fantasy MMO, and topped it off with an anime power fantasy.
Impossibly tall towers pierced the sky like silver lances, their surfaces shimmering with moving holograms and light-based runes. Flying cars zoomed along invisible highways, weaving between the clouds and vanishing into teleport gates. At ground level, the streets bustled with people and not all of them were human. There were hybrids, androids, Vampire and alien beasts, some majestic, others straight-up bizarre.
The air was scented with ozone, spices, and something that smelled suspiciously like roasted tentacle meat.
I blinked. "This world's absolutely nuts but fascinating."
Holographic billboards projected localized ads straight into my vision. One offered a discount on a "Hyper Libido Potion." Another advertised an upcoming tournament for "Junior Class Awakenings: Loli Division." A thirteen-year-old girl in a magical girl outfit posed with a hammer three times her size, winking cutely.
I frowned. Okay... that was uncomfortable.
Still half in awe, I followed the fragmented memory trail of the body's previous owner. Apparently, I lived in Sector-9, a mid-tier district known for its balanced security, decent economy, and cultural weirdness. My destination: a convenience store three blocks away.
The walk was surreal.
Sidewalks were embedded with motion-sensitive tiles. Neon pathways guided pedestrians. Personal drones hovered alongside people, providing everything from translation to emotional support. Street performers danced using gravity boots, and one dude was juggling plasma orbs to a cheering crowd of anime mascots.
Eventually, I reached the store. It looked like a typical corner mart until the door scanned my identity and chirped: "Welcome!"
Inside, the shelves were stacked with an eclectic mix of familiar and strange: bottled mana tonics, protein bars with names like "Demonic Gains," flavored healing potions, virtual pet eggs, and... yes, actual snacks too. My muscle memory took over as I grabbed a few items that felt right—spicy chips, carbonated coffee, something labeled "Erogenous Gummies (Safe for Public Use)."
I headed to the counter.
That's when she appeared.
She looked like she had stepped out of a MILF dedicated adult visual novel.
Late thirties or early forties, with curves in all the right places, flawless skin, sultry eyes, and a kind of mature allure that screamed "experienced." Her uniform was snug, but modest. It didn't need to show anything she made it look sexy just by existing.
She smiled at me, her smile warm, genuine... hungry.
"Hey there, sweetie," she purred. Her voice had a husky undertone, like dark chocolate mixed with honey. "New face, huh? Haven't seen you around."
I froze. Was she hitting on me?
She leaned in, resting her elbows on the counter. "You got a girlfriend?"
"No?" I replied instinctively.
"Hm... lucky me." then she said with a not so innocent smile.
I awkwardly handed her the items. She took them slowly, fingers brushing mine just a little too long.
My brain short-circuited. "Uh... th-thanks."
She winked. "Come back anytime. I give loyalty rewards to my favorites."
I stumbled out of the store like I'd just been hit by a truck. Not a literal one those hovering now in this world.
I walked home on autopilot, my face burning, heart pounding, and mind spinning.
What the actual fuck is wrong with this world?
Back in my apartment a slick one bedroom with automatic climate control, mood lighting, and a semi-sentient shower—I collapsed onto the couch. My snacks fell beside me. I ignored them.
Instead, I grabbed the ultrathin phone I found in my pocket earlier. It unlocked via retinal scan.
Time to dig deeper and find out what the hell kind of world was this?
I pulled up articles, forums, databases, and user logs. The internet here was fast hyper-organized and full of weird subcultures.
And what I found blew my fucking mind.
This world wasn't just sci-fi. It was gamified from what I knew from the inherited memories of the previous owner of the body.
Everyone had stats. Everyone had a profession sometimes inherited, sometimes unlocked through events. Powerful players formed businesses involving the game world and the real world, it was like someone mashed together an RPG, and real life.
And me?
My starting profession was Harem Master (E-rank).
Many players above level 500 have already brought the various things they owned in the game to the real world. Guild bases, pets, and much more.
There were rankings lists for everything in this world Those who are on top of these lists and maintain it consistantly gain rewards every month.
As I haven't started leveling up I wasn't detected on the list. Even after being detected I'd be ignored because there are other SSS profession players in this world. Only when my level surpasses them can I be the first.
But that wasn't even the strangest discovery.
As I dug through relationship forums, dating sites, and even psychology research archives, I noticed something... off.
This world's beauty standards were flipped.
Men here preferred lolis.
Not just "younger-looking" actual petite, flat-chested, squeaky-voiced girls. The cultural narrative fetishized innocence, youth, and submissiveness. Entire dating guides were written about "acquiring your first cute type."
In contrast, mature women especially those over 30 were treated like obsolete goods That no one wanted.
Not outright shunned, but... ignored. Passed over.
Some tried to adapt by undergoing de-aging treatments or cosmetic modifications. Others simply gave up. Support groups titled things like "MILF and Invisible" or "Curvy and Cursed" popped up on message boards.
I sat in stunned silence.
"So that's why the store lady was acting like that," I muttered. "She wasn't just being nice. She was hoping I'd notice her. Like, really notice her."
Then something clicked.
Why didn't I already know this?
I had the previous owner's memories, right?
But no memory had mentioned this cultural bias.
Then I understood.
This preference was so deeply embedded in the societal norm that the previous host didn't even question it. Like asking someone on Earth why they breathe oxygen. It was just... default.
"Well, screw that," I said with a grin.
I looked around my apartment, the AI assistant pulsing softly in the walls. This world had written off its most seductive, experienced, and gorgeous women... all because they didn't fit some kawaii aesthetic?
Perfect.
If everyone else wanted to chase after glorified anime brats, I'd carve my own path.
A grown-up path.
The kind with wine, sultry smirks, slow mornings, and women who knew exactly what they wanted.
And I'd build more than just a harem.
I'd build a sanctuary a sanctuary of these mature milfs.
A throne of confidence, maturity, and thick, delicious rebellion.
It was time to stop playing along with the world's script.
They wanted lolis? Let 'em have their squeaky dolls.
Me? I'd build a damn empire of queens.
Keeping the phone aside, I decided to sleep for today.
The bed, if you could call it that, adjusted automatically as I lay down shifting temperature, firmness, even scent based on biometric readings. Creepy, but comfy. The ceiling dimmed into a soft starry simulation, the kind you'd expect in a luxury space cruiser, not a modest city apartment.
I closed my eyes, mind buzzing with everything I'd seen and maybe dream of curvy goddesses in need of a little appreciation.