Eren Calweis
In a quiet mountain village in a classic medieval fantasy world, twenty-year-old Eren Calweis (reborn from a modern salaryman who literally worked himself to death) lives a simple life gathering herbs and trying to survive on the savings his late adventurer parents left behind. Alongside him is Torren, his loud, loyal, zero-filter best friend and fellow orphan. Both are broke, both are virgins, and both are helplessly, painfully infatuated with every beautiful older woman they meet.
When a chance encounter in the forest leads the boys to The Velvet Rose (the most luxurious brothel in the region, run by the untouchable, breathtaking Madam Seraphine), they accidentally become the house’s unofficial errand boys and janitors. Their payment? Not coin, but endless, merciless teasing from a entire sisterhood of gorgeous, experienced milfs who find the two awkward, eager puppies utterly irresistible.
What follows is a slice-of-life erotic comedy of escalating chaos and blue-balled longing:
- Daily “rewards” that always stop one heartbeat short of release
- Bathhouse scenes that feel like heaven and end in frustration
- Public errands where Torren’s complete lack of shame somehow keeps winning while Eren’s attempts at smoothness crash and burn
- A running feud with the humiliated Black Boarclaw bandits who swear bloody revenge on the entire village
- And Madam Seraphine, the ultimate unattainable goddess, who treats both boys like beloved pets: petting, praising, protecting… and keeping them firmly on the edge.
It’s a story about two idiot best friends chasing skirts that are always one step ahead, discovering that sometimes the real treasure is the milfs who emotionally (and physically) adopt you along the way, and learning that in this world, the most dangerous magic of all is a confident older woman who knows exactly how weak you are for her.
Equal parts lewd comedy, heartfelt bromance, and slow-burn harem fantasy (where the harem is in complete control and the protagonists are lovable losers armed only with brooms, bread money, and terminal horniness).
Current tone: shameless, warm, chaotic, and 100 % aware of how ridiculous it is.
Current body count: still zero.
Current blue-ball severity: critical.