Darkness.
That was the first thing he became aware of. A thick, endless, suffocating darkness that wrapped around him like a blanket someone forgot to wash.
He tried moving his body but it didn't respond. Or rather it was too heavy for him to lift with the little force he could muster
"Ugh… what the hell?" he muttered. "Why can't I move? Why does everything feel like I've been steamrolled? I didn't even get to fuck that girl yet. God—did I fall asleep right before the main event? Am I seriously that pathetic?"
He tried again in a last ditch attempt to lift an arm but still he couldn't overcome the force holding his body back.
A small panic bubbled in his chest.
"What the fuck happened and why am I in this state?! I was doing great today! I looked sexy as hell! I was about to go unleash all the years of my pent up frustration on that poor girl…"
His words trailed off.
Then, like a movie rewinding at full speed, it all came crashing back
The shout.
The blinding white light.
That bone-shaking impact.
His heart dropped. He finally remembered his last moments
"Wait… wait...no way...don't tell me—"
A horrified gasp squeezed out of his throat.
"I WAS HIT BY A TRUCK!?"
Silence.
Then—
"NO! NONONONO! That can't be it! I can't be dead! Anyone else could be dead today, sure! But NOT ME! At least not today! Why not tomorrow or the day after! Why the hell did Death clock in early TODAY of all days!?"
He practically sobbed in the darkness.
"I was supposed to be balls-deep in bliss right now! Not floating in some void like a rejected pancake!"
He slammed… well, mentally slammed… whatever surface he hoped was under him.
"Okay. Okay. Calm down. Maybe I'm not dead. Yeah. Maybe I'm in a hospital coma. Or dreaming. Or hallucinating. Maybe that bright light was just… I don't know… the sun having a bad day. This could totally be one of those weird awakening dreams. Right? Right?"
He clung to the delusion like a lifeline
"Stop with all that wishful thinking, boy. You're indeed dead."
He froze.
A voice cut through the darkness.
A feminine voice.
Soft… silky… warm… like honey laced with lust and divinity. It was the kind of voice that wrapped around the soul, stroked the ego, and whispered promises only found in dreams.
"…Huh? W-What's that? Who is here?!"
Suddenly the darkness that overwhelmed finally cracked, then shattered open and a stream of light poured in.
The invisible force that restricted the movement of his body vanished instantly, replaced by weightless freedom.
He opened his eyes slowly but due to being in darkness for so long his eyes reacted quickly to the bright light and shut quickly in response
"Damn, it's so bright"
He then slowly opened his eyes and pushed himself up from the ground and slowly stood, blinking as he took in the surroundings.
It wasn't Heaven.
It wasn't Hell.
Well, he couldn't really tell because he hasn't been to any of those places
But one undeniable fact was… the place was beautiful.
A vast, glowing expanse stretched endlessly. Golden mist drifted around above, marble platforms floated in the air, and waterfalls of light poured into clouds that shimmered like liquid gold.
It was divine,surreal and impossible to look away from.
"Holy shit…" he breathed, staring. "This looks like a god's living room."
But as awestruck as he was, his attention snapped forward as soon as he saw her.
A woman—no, a goddess—stood before him.
And she was… perfection.
Tall, curvy, impossibly seductive.
Her skin glowed faintly, smooth and flawless, like moonlight given form.
Her breasts were full, heavy, barely held by a loose, thin garment that did nothing to hide the shape of her perfect curves. Her nipples were covered just barely but the outline of her nipples still teased through the fabric.
Her hips were wide and enticing, her waist narrow, her legs long and sculpted.
The cloth draped around her lower body was scandalously thin, the outline of her pussy clearly visible beneath it.
Every movement she made sent subtle ripples through her curves, like her body existed purely to ignite lust.
And then there was her tail.
Long, smooth, ending in a heart-shaped tip that swayed behind her with hypnotic grace.
He swallowed hard.
I want her.
I want her so fucking badly.
If this is death, I'd die again just to bend her over and ram my cock into her pussy endlessly. I mean, every man would right?
His mind spiraled instantly into sinful territory.
Her boobs… God, imagine how they'd feel in my hands… those hips… that ass… fuck, I could pound her for days and never get tired—
His thoughts screeched to a halt.
Because when he looked up at her face... For some unknown reason it looked oddly familiar... Like he had seen her before
That was when it clicked and his entire body jolted in shock.
No way.
NO WAY.
"That's...you!?"
It was the thick milf he saw before he got rammed by a truck
She smiled, tilting her head with a teasing curve of her lips. Her eyes glowed with mischievous, lewd amusement.
"Yes… you do remember, boy," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.
He forced himself to breathe, then blurted out the only coherent thing he could.
"Who are you!? And what do you mean by what you just said!?"
She touched a finger to her lips, pretending to think.
"Who am I…? Hmm, we'll get to that. But what I said earlier? Oh, that was simple."
She stepped closer, tail swaying, her breasts subtly bouncing with each movement.
Her lips curled into a sinful smile.
"You… are… DEAD."
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