My Man is My Magic Honeypot
After rejecting the 999th consort candidate my master, Madam Freya, had introduced to me, she finally reached her limit.
"What the hell are you waiting for? You're the once-in-a-lifetime genius of Nymphomist magic, and yet you've never gone through the Great Rite! You're not getting any younger, girl. At this rate, how are you supposed to improve your spiritual power?!"
I sighed.
Of course I wanted to find a consort and perform the Great Rite already. But every single one of those candidates looked like shit.
Unfortunately, my absurdly high standards for men ended up stalling my spiritual power for too long. I failed to survive the Trial of Lightning and died...
Then I opened my eyes and realized I was in another body, in another world. The beauty standards here were completely different from those in the elven world.
I looked across the room, and my eyes immediately landed on the most perfect man I had ever seen. He was 6'2", with sharply defined washboard abs. His face looked as though the gods themselves had sculpted it.
I ran straight toward him and threw my arms around his waist.
Oh, he's the one!
To my surprise, this god among men narrowed his eyes and grabbed me by the neck. Rage burned in his expression. "You would throw yourself at a man as hideous as me just for my money?! You disgust me!"
What the hell was he talking about? Honestly, all I could focus on was the way his sexy, seductive lips moved against each other whenever he spoke.
Please. Just let me bite them already!