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 an
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