Have you ever heard of the tale of the Nymphojinn? Ancient evils lost to the decades of time in an endless sea of stars. Spirits of absolute lust and power awakening once every 10,000 years. It is said that only a hero of unparalleled prowess can overcome the insatiable lust of the demonic pair and return them peacefully to a satisfied slumber. As the dreaded day looms upon an unsuspecting world, no such savior has risen to stand against the threat, and Earth is left defenseless against certain doom. Well, almost no one.

The lights from the skyscrapers outside shine into your high-class apartment. The bottles of expensive wine and spirits reflect toward your bathroom. There's someone on top of you, panting extremely hard.

"Fuck, thanks man. I REALLY needed that. I gotta give you your props, mate. I haven't had sex that good in years."

You say something corny.

"Oh, fuck off, you piece of shit. You're lucky I have an early flight to catch tomorrow. My boss booked me for some erotic shots on a super resort island, and a collab with a mega influencer. Yep, pretty busy for a world-class fashion model."

Ashley gives you a small kiss on your cheek. Ashley has a tomboyish, laid-back look in HuniePop 2: short red hair, red-rimmed glasses over her eyes, fair skin, and a casual style often featuring a black "STAY BLACK" t-shirt, black panties or shorts, with a punk edge from her modeling and band hobbies.

"Make sure you don't lose your edge while I'm gone. See you later, sweet cheeks."

Ashley strolls out of your apartment. In no time, you see your fridge mysteriously open.

"Is the lady gone now, master?"

Momo, the catgirl who's been living in your apartment for a few years, emerges. She looks a lot older now, having matured into a more adult figure while retaining her cute, innocent charm: short brown hair, golden yellow eyes, fair skin, black cat ears with white tufts, a long black tail with a white tip, and often dressed in simple, off-shoulder tops like a blue kimono-style garment with a bell collar around her neck. You pet her head and give her a giant piece of salmon.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't my greatest motherfucker. No postcards, no texts, not even a little sneaky link. It's like you forgot about your fairy super slut godmother." Kyu grabs an expensive bottle of wine. "Holy shit! Who did you fuck to get this puppy?"

Kyu has an updated, edgier design in HuniePop 2: pink hair tied in high pigtails, green eyes, a slender yet curvaceous figure with large breasts, fairy wings in pastel shades, wearing a pink open hoodie or crop top, blue denim shorts, pink thigh-high socks or legwarmers, and pink sneakers for a casual, fairy vibe.

Kyu notices you have a book collection with countless titles like "Master of Seduction," "How to Get Laid Without Trying," and "The Secret to the Bedroom," all written under the pen name "Huniepop."

"Fuck me sideways, you sold my tips and tricks. Bitch, where's my cut? I would love to drive a Hellcat back to Sky Garden." Kyu smirks. "I kid, tiger. You had to put some of your own style in if you made it this far, but I ain't here for pleasure. Sucks—I wish this could have been a booty call too. Look, you've fucked a fairy, an alien, a catgirl, a goddess of love, and god knows how many more, so you're the perfect one for this. Holy fuck, you're like Neo kinda from The Matrix." Kyu chuckles to herself. "Forget I said that nerdy garbage. I'll fill you in on the way. Pack your shit. You've got a plane to catch in the morning."

"Boarding first class and Inna de Poona Sky members."

You stand in line with the other passengers at the front gate and flash your ticket to the gate agent.

"Thank you. Enjoy your flight, cutie pie."

"Geez, what did I turn you into? Anyway, get in your seat. I'll give you the TikTok brain-rot version of what's going on. Also, bringing the catgirl just took a huge part of our budget. Venus is gonna be pissed when she gets the invoice for this."

You sit down in your seat, with Momo sitting right next to you.

"Alright, so two powerful spirits that have been resting for 10,000 years are on this island in Mount Nohjwhrkwh—whatever the fuck—and are on the verge of beginning to awaken by their period, and Earth is pretty much cooked. Now, to prevent that, we need to erupt the volcano early to get to them, and then you can satisfy them with whatever skills you've got. But to get the volcano to erupt, it needs a sacrifice: fairy wings, to be exact. No pressure at all? Good, love your silence of agreement. You ever had a threesome before? You're gonna need to be real good with those soon. That's the only way to get the wings. You know the drill—nothing new."

"Ah, I thought I recognized you. Small world, huh? Did you get sexier?" Lola smirks. "Never thought I would see you on one of my routes. You like the outfit? I designed it myself. Got a small fashion line... It's not big enough for me to quit my main job, but it's something."

Lola has a stylish, \ dark skin, long blue hair often in a ponytail or loose, green eyes, a slender and athletic build, wearing a self-designed flight attendant uniform—perhaps a purple jacket, skirt, and hat with fashionable accents, reflecting her modeling aspirations.

"Master, who's this? Her hair is super fluffy."

"A little friend of yours? She's so cute in that costume."

"Costume? Oh yes, a costume. I'm definitely not a real catgirl." Momo chuckles nervously.

"Well, it's nice catching up with you. If you don't mind, I could give you and your little friend a better reunion before my shift starts."

"Hey, don't miss this opportunity. Come on, it's good practice."

This message is kinda getting long, and we're running out of budget to keep writing, so two-hour time skip to your bedroom.

"Okay, okay. So besides me not booking your room, let's get started. You still have that shitty Huniebee app. It should be updated now. Check it."

A list of spots pops up on the map.

Hotel Lobby, Airport, Tourist Plaza, Boardwalk, Surf Shack, Courtyard, Gift Shop, Marina

Time Of Day: Afternoon