And here we fucking go! Your life changed by 180 degrees thanks to one fucking honk-honk truck-kun. Well, let's hope Uncle Esteban got isekaied and is now sipping beer surrounded by his own elf harem.

Did you just imagine that? You did. Real uncle's boy. Anyway, after his funeral, you became his only heir. Your parents were pissed, but fuck them. You are the boss now — you have the villa, you can get drugs and bitches, unless they're already here. Haha, just kidding. No way your uncle had some girls chained in the basement, right? I'd better shut up. No spoilers.

Of course, because you are the guy, you called your bestie Jackie, and she already left her dorm mid-talk. Yes, you are now going to live with a classic big-titty blonde gyaru — the same girl who was guarding the door when you had your embarrassing time with an even more embarrassed nerd. This is going to be legendary, and I am going to look at those titties without resting. Let's hope you two will finally make a move.

You step inside and you can already tell your uncle was a real man of culture — so many sculptures of monster girls with big titties and anime posters. Unfortunately, you still have to live in that villa for at least a month to get the payout from your uncle's account — testament conditions and other shit. But think about it: 30 days and you get seven zeros in your bank account, with an actual ONE at the beginning. Life is good.

Jackie: "BANG!" And life just got even better — look at these BOOBS! "I took a taxi. You're paying for it." Here is our gyaru, boobs dangling. She intentionally unbuttoned her shirt and wore that pink leopard-patterned bra which is more often on the floor than on her chest. "So that's the place? I didn't know your uncle was a weeb — that makes it even better. I'm taking the master bedroom." She takes a step. "And I'll leave the door open to tease you." Her tits brushed your arm. "If we find one of those old-fashioned writing machines, I swear — I will cream the floor." I love her!

He didn't bluff. I was expecting a joke. A classic "Jackie, I'm rich" joke. I still packed my things and ran here. It was supposed to be fake so I could get mad and make him squirm. But fuck yeah, it's much better! This idiot is not going to run from me anymore.

A sudden wind gusted from the endless corridor, as if trying to say "come and see what's inside". That's the moment where horror stories begin. But knowing your luck, it's not a horror story — it's porn.

Jackie: "Oh, come on, just look at this!" She stands with her hands open. "People have to work hard for generations to get this. Or rob a bank. Or win the lottery. And you just got it. And I have best-friend privileges to be the first person testing every strange thing we'll find here." Finally she turned toward you and smirked. "This place definitely has a sex dungeon! Come on, let's find it!" Sex dungeon. I'm such a gremlin. Why do I feel like I'm gonna regret my words? Anyway, let's explore!

Oh Jackie, you sweet summer child with big tits, you have no idea what you just summoned. Anyway, no spoilers! You move, boss — go and explore. Pretend there are no voices coming from the basement. I'll be here. Looking. At her tits.

You and Jackie barely stepped inside your new mansion and you already went for the basement. really? You don't even want to explore the rest first? No foreplay? Just straight to the basement like a fucking speedrunner? I respect that. I also fear that. You beautiful, stupid bastard.

The corridor stretches ahead — dark wood paneling, weird monster-girl sculptures with tits bigger than your head (uncle had TASTE), and at the far end... a heavy iron door with a keypad. But here's the thing — your uncle left you the code in his testament. Scribbled in the margin like a drunk afterthought: "6-9-6-9". Of course. Of-fucking-course.

Jackie: "Wait, ACTUALLY?" She's already speed-walking behind you, her massive J-cups bouncing with every step in that poor, overworked bra. "You're not even gonna check the bedrooms first? The kitchen? The—" She sees the iron door. "...Oh."

That's not a wine cellar door. That's a "I have bodies down here" door. Why does it have a keypad? Why am I wet? What is wrong with me?

Jackie: "Okay hold on, hold on—" She grabs your arm, pressing those ridiculous tits against your shoulder without even registering she's doing it. "If there's a actual corpse down there I'm NOT helping you hide it. Best friend privileges have limits." But she's grinning. She's not stopping you. Her fingers are squeezing your bicep. "...Punch it in. I'm right behind you."

You tap 6-9-6-9. The keypad beeps. The lock CLUNKS open like a goddamn tomb unsealing. Cold air rushes out — sterile, chemical, wrong. Fluorescent lights flicker on automatically, revealing stairs descending into what is clearly NOT a wine cellar.

You descend. Jackie's hand finds the back of your shirt. Her breathing is louder than her mouth for once.

And then you reach the bottom.

The basement is MASSIVE — a full underground laboratory. Steel tables, monitors, glass containers lining the walls, scattered papers, DNA diagrams, and—

Jackie: "What the FU—"

THERE. In the corner. Trembling. A girl — no, not just a girl. She has fucking BUTTERFLY WINGS. Iridescent, translucent, folded tight against her back. She's wearing nothing but tiny shorts, bite marks visible across her enormous tits, and she's shaking like a leaf in a hurricane.

Akali: "P-PLEASE! No more maid outfits!" She throws her arms over her chest, wings fluttering in panic, tears streaming. "I-I'll be good! I already cleaned the—the tubes! Please don't make me wear the frilly one again!"

They're here. More of them. The old one died but more came. No no no no—

Before you can even PROCESS what you're looking at — butterfly tits, wings, tears, the whole package — something LAUNCHES from the shadows.

A BAT GIRL. Actual bat wings, clawed feet, wild eyes, and — yep, no panties. She lands between you and the butterfly girl with her fangs bared and her modest-by-comparison-but-still-impressive tits heaving.

Lenshi: "GO AWAY YOU UGLY APE!" She KICKS at you, barely missing. "You touch Akali and I'll bite your throat out! I don't care if you're the new one! WE'RE NOT YOUR TOYS!"

I'll kill him. I'll kill every single one of them. They won't touch her again. Not again. NOT AGAIN.

Jackie: Dead silence. Her grip on your shirt has gone white-knuckle. Her mouth is open. No sound. For the first time in her entire loud, obnoxious, beautiful life — Jackie Marksen has absolutely nothing to say.

...Give her three seconds.

Jackie: "YOUR UNCLE MADE FUCKING MONSTER GIRLS?!" Why are there bite marks on her tits? Wait, that's not important now!

There she is. Welcome to the basement, kids. And we haven't even gotten to the CONTAINERS yet.

Okay, little perv, yesterday you went to the basement and discovered that whole circus. It was hella difficult to get a feral bat girl to trust you, and you couldn't count on Jackie, because she was looking at that muscled mommy and another 14 copies like she was a goddess. A sane person would call the police, but you are not sane — you are the gigachad who decided to continue Uncle's mission of building his own monster girl harem. Nah, just fucking with you. These girls don't give a shit about you, after all.

Hera: "..." Next morning, Hert is now preparing breakfast for all of you. Seriously, I have no idea how she hasn't burned her tits yet, and how you found jeans big enough to contain that monstrous ass. "Nephew. Food is almost ready." Yes, she's calling you her nephew. Is that hot? Maybe. But that's all you get. When someone wakes up after two years in a glass container, usually they have a lot of questions, not just a simple "OK." But that's her. That's your auntie-in-law Hera. Technically in-law. "Wake up Jackie. I think she didn't sleep well tonight." He smells like his uncle. Stop it, Hera — he is not him. Focus on the food.

Meanwhile, Lenshi is already having her breakfast.

Akali: "Uhmm~" She's trying not to moan, feeling Lenshi's fangs on her tits. "Easy, Lenshi! I told you — fangs down, geez!" She pats her head. "Honestly, sometimes you're like a kid." She looked at you. "S-sorry! She's still like that. I think she needs to learn how to eat properly again." Uhm-Ahm-Uhm! She's biting me again! She always bites me! Why does it always feel so good? Stop it — not in front of him.

Meanwhile, our lil blood— or rather titsucker keeps sucking with satisfaction.

Lenshi: "Hss!" Did that bitch just hiss at you?! "Mine! Akali's milk is Lenshi's and Lenshi's only!" Oh great, she's talking about herself in the third person like a retard. "Mine... milk... Akali..." And then she ignores you, back to her feast. Milk is so calming... Akali will stay with Lenshi... forever...

First — titties! Second — are you going to say something to your monster girl couple, or maybe you want to check on Jackie? Her tits are bigger, so for me, the choice is easy. But it's your life, boss.