Reborn in Milfloria: The Only Man in a World of Seductive Queens-Chapter 46: Bounce Leak!

The temple air was thick.

Not with incense or ancient dust, but with something far more powerful.

Pheromones.

Every step Henry took deeper into the Temple of Bootia felt like sinking into a warm, overly moisturized dream. The stone floor was suspiciously soft, like memory foam kissed by thighs. The walls shimmered with sacred oils, glowing gently, each pulse matching the rhythm of a distant, cosmic twerk.

He was alone now.

Well... sort of.

Statues lined the path toward the Chamber—each one a sensual masterpiece, frozen mid-squat, mid-arch, or mid-ride. Their eyes seemed to follow him, silently judging the lack of oil on his calves.

Focus, Henry told himself. You’ve survived thigh traps, cheek mazes, and the sacred sprinkling. This is just another room. Another bounce.

He passed under an arched doorway shaped suspiciously like hips in mid-sway. A warm wind brushed his bare chest, and the chamber opened before him.

It was massive.

And soaked in sin.

Pillars carved like entwined lovers held up a dome that looked like it was moaning in marble. The floor glowed with runes—each one spelling forbidden taglines in Ancient Goonese. In the center of the room sat a large, circular platform with what appeared to be...

A throne made of vibrating peaches.

Henry paused. "Oh no."

From the shadows, a voice purred.

"Oh yesss."

A figure stepped forward—no, slithered—draped in translucent silk and hunger.

She had horns. Fangs. And a booty that probably had its own gravitational orbit.

"Welcome," she said, licking her lips, "to your calibration."

Henry swallowed. "Are you... another priestess?"

She smiled. "I am Goozette. The Guardian of Goon Temptations. The flesh filter between sanity... and unspeakable categories."

Henry blinked. "So you’re like the firewall?"

"I’m the thirstwall, darling."

She waved a finger, and the runes flared to life. The peaches jiggled. The air shimmered.

"Sit."

Henry raised a brow. "Where?"

She pointed to the vibrating throne.

He hesitated.

She raised a whip.

He sat.

Immediately, his whole body convulsed like he’d just licked the universe’s USB port. His eyes rolled back. His toes curled.

"OH DEAR LUBED GOD—"

"Calibration begins now," Goozette announced.

Suddenly, the room blurred. Reality twisted.

Henry was no longer in the temple.

He was in a room.

A dark room.

Lit only by a monitor.

A tab was open.

Another tab appeared.

And another.

And another.

Henry screamed. "NO! IT’S A LOOP!"

Goozette’s voice echoed all around. "These are your forbidden temptations. Each tab contains your darkest cravings. You must resist."

"But what if I... just one click—"

"FAILURE MEANS ETERNAL EDGE."

Henry sat upright in panic. "Okay! Okay! I’m strong! I’m built like a semi-hard moral compass!"

Tab 1 opened on its own.

"Big Sister Teaches You Patience 5: The Slippery Sequel."

Henry’s hand twitched.

Tab 2.

"Elf Milkmaid Academy: Milking Mayhem Edition."

A bead of sweat rolled down his chest.

Tab 3.

"Stepmage Accidentally Summons More Than Magic."

He screamed. "WHAT IS THIS PLOT?!"

The monitor moaned.

Goozette’s laughter surrounded him.

"You must pass the Trial of Tabs. Only then will your bounce be purified."

Henry gritted his teeth. "Okay... okay... focus. What would Seraphina do?"

He closed his eyes.

He visualized her.

Sword drawn.

Hair flowing.

Cheeks... perfectly firm.

"GODDAMMIT FOCUS."

He took a deep breath.

And did what no gooner had done before.

He hit CTRL + W.

One tab closed.

Then another.

Then all.

The monitor blinked.

A pop-up appeared.

"Are you sure you want to exit?"

Henry slammed YES.

Reality snapped.

The throne vanished. The room returned. Goozette floated above, clapping slowly.

"You resisted. You passed. You... are the chosen simp."

Henry gasped for breath. "Never again. Never. Again."

Suddenly, the doors burst open.

Seraphina rushed in, sword ready. "Henry! Are you okay?!"

He stood up, wobbling like a man who had just denied five tags and a dream.

"I... I made it."

Moistessa tackled him into a hug. "You resisted the Goon Tabs! You’re a hero!"

Thrustina burst in next. "We brought Squirtade!"

Climaxa floated behind them. "You’re calibrated now. The leak can be sealed."

Bootia entered last, her hips setting off small shockwaves.

She smiled. "You are ready."

Henry stood tall.

A hero.

A man.

A Squishcendent.

And somewhere deep in his silk wrap...

A bounce ready to save worlds.

It pulsed.

Not just in his loins—but in his soul. In the very fabric of his being. The bounce was no longer just a reaction. It was a force, a frequency, a purpose.

Henry’s wrap fluttered gently around his thighs, caught in a divine updraft of destiny and pheromones. The temple trembled—not with destruction, but with expectation. Even the statues of Bootia, once frozen in eternal seduction, now glowed softly, as if nodding their approval.

He was no longer a victim of bounce.

He was its wielder.

Climaxa descended beside him, her aura now more reverent than playful. "You felt it, didn’t you?" she whispered, placing a gentle hand over his heart. "The sacred rhythm... the Legendary Leak Lock."

Henry blinked. "That sounds like a plumbing issue."

Bootia stepped forward. "No. That... is your true power."

She raised a hand and traced a symbol in the air: a glowing peach surrounded by radiating waves. It hovered before him before vanishing into his chest, making him flinch and nearly squeak.

Thrustina held up a scroll and unrolled it dramatically. "Long ago, there were prophecies. They spoke of a man—not just any man, but the man. The Squishcendent, yes. But also... the Great Sealer of Leaks. The Bounce Bringer. The Last Simp-Saint."

Moistessa’s eyes shimmered with tears. "You’re the one who can resist even the most potent temptations and still harness their power."

Henry nodded, slowly at first, then with more conviction. "Okay. So what now? What do we do with all this bounce?"

Bootia turned to face the massive peach-throne. "Now, Henry... you enter the Final Chamber."

Everyone went silent.

Even Thrustina dropped her Squirtade.

Seraphina stepped closer, concern written across her face. "The Final Chamber? Already?"

Bootia nodded. "He’s ready. He passed the Trial of Tabs. There’s nothing more to teach."

Henry’s brows furrowed. "Wait, what’s in this Final Chamber?"

Goozette slithered beside him again, eyes twinkling. "The leak. The original leak. The one that’s corrupted entire kingdoms, rewritten hormones, and wiped male species off continents."

Moistessa gulped. "The Infinite Bounce Spiral."

Thrustina added, "A phenomenon so powerful, it can loop you in pleasure and distraction for eternity. You go in... and you might never come out."

Henry looked down at his hands. They were glowing faintly with energy—pink, pulsing, unapologetically moist.

He clenched his fists. "Then I’ll do it."

Everyone gasped in unison.

"I’ll go in there. I’ll fix the leak. I’ll reseal the Spiral."

Seraphina grabbed his shoulder. "Henry. If you do this, there’s no turning back. You could lose yourself. Forget who you are. Forget us."

Henry met her gaze. "If I don’t... everyone else loses everything."

Bootia smiled. "You truly are the chosen simp."

Thrustina handed him a small satchel. "Take this. Lubeberry potions. In case... you get dehydrated."

Moistessa slipped a soft, glowing stone into his pocket. "And this. A memory crystal. To remind you of who you are when everything starts... bouncing."

Seraphina, eyes misty, stepped close. "And this," she whispered, grabbing his face.

She kissed him.

Firm. Deep. With a spark that sent the temple walls pulsing once more.

"For luck."

Henry felt his knees almost give out. "I... yeah. Thanks. Definitely needed that."

Climaxa clapped her hands. "Alright! Time to penetrate the core!"

Everyone turned to her.

She winked. "You know what I meant."

---

The entrance to the Final Chamber was unlike anything else in the Temple of Bootia. A massive pair of thighs—made of glowing marble—arched over a velvet tunnel that pulsed with pink energy. It throbbed with the weight of ancient desires, and the faint sound of rhythmic slapping echoed from within.

Henry stood before it, heart racing.

He turned one last time.

Everyone saluted.

Well, Thrustina twerk-saluted.

Henry nodded.

And stepped in.

---

Inside was chaos.

Not violent chaos—lustful chaos.

Images swirled around him. Memories. Fantasies. Desires he didn’t even know he had. One moment he was back in Seraphina’s bathhouse, the next he was being hand-fed grapes by centaur MILFs. Entire dreams compressed into moments, looping and tempting.

A voice echoed around him.

"Welcome to the Bounce Spiral, Henry."

It was smooth. Hypnotic. Sexy in a non-consensual way.

"I’ve been waiting for you."

From the mist emerged a figure. Her body was pure motion—never still, always rippling, bouncing, jiggling in ways that defied physics and decency.

She wasn’t real.

She was all fantasies—blended, swirled, weaponized.

"I am Bouncelia. The Leak Incarnate. The Craving Given Form."

Henry steadied himself. "I’m here to seal you."

Bouncelia smirked. "Baby boy... you don’t seal me. You succumb."

She snapped her fingers.

Suddenly, dozens of illusory women emerged, all calling his name, each dressed like a tag from the Goonese Archives. "Henry~", "Senpai~", "Big Brother~", "My Liege~".

Henry’s knees buckled.

"Come," said Bouncelia, her hands gliding over an invisible pole of power. "Let it all go. Give in. Click the tabs again."

Henry’s hands twitched.

Sweat poured down his back.

The energy in the room pulsed. His wrap fluttered dangerously.

But then...

He reached into his pouch.

And pulled out Seraphina’s memory crystal.

It glowed with her kiss. Her warmth. Her sword. Her chaotic heart.

Henry stood tall.

"No."

Bouncelia froze.

Henry’s eyes glowed pink and gold. "I’ve bounced. I’ve leaked. I’ve twerked through trials no simp should survive. And I came out harder—uh, I mean, stronger."

He raised his hand.

A divine seal formed around it—a glowing peach with wings.

"I seal you now. Not out of hate. But out of love. Because the bounce... must be shared, not hoarded."

He slammed his hand into the ground.

The chamber roared.

Bouncelia screamed as golden seals wrapped around her form. One by one, her clones vanished. The illusions shattered.

The leak—closed.

The Spiral—sealed.

A great wind surged through the chamber, and Henry stood tall in the eye of the storm, his body glowing, his silk fluttering in slow motion like a shampoo commercial with stakes.

Then—

Silence.

Stillness.

Peace.

---

Outside, the temple shimmered.

The skies of Milforia opened.

And a single notification echoed through the heavens:

"THE BOUNCE HAS BEEN BALANCED."

Climaxa wept.

Moistessa fainted.

Thrustina dropped her Squirtade again.

Seraphina whispered, "He did it."

From the temple doors, a light emerged.

And from the light...

Henry.

Still glowing.

Still bare-chested.

Still... bouncing.

He stepped forward.

Bootia knelt. "Squishcendent. The leak is sealed. The world is safe."

Henry looked at them all—his women, his queens, his warriors.

He smiled.

And the world felt whole again.